As I read this article, two songs kept playing alternately in my head. "Take Me Home, Country Roads" [Almost heaven, West Virginia] by John Denver and "North Country Blues" by Bob Dylan:

Then, the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut

And the fire in the air, it felt frozen

'Til a man come to speak, and he said, "In one week"

That number 11 was closing

They complained in the east, they are paying too high

They say that your ore ain't worth digging

That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns

Where the miners work almost for nothin'

So, the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted

And the room smelled heavy from drinking

When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long

As I waited for the sun to go sinking

Then I thought of Joe 'Mansion' speeding through these towns in his Maserati, on his way to a fund raiser on his DC yacht.