Education did not matter; although Malcom McLean had a box at the Metropolitan Opera, intellectual airs were frowned upon, and new hires were advised to fracture their grammar to fit in with a crowd of truckers. “When we had nothing else to do, we would stand and pitch pennies,” remembered naval architect Charles Cushing, an MIT graduate who joined the company in 1960. “They don’t teach you to pitch pennies at the Wharton School.
