My most memorable job? Working for the Meat-a-Mat during my senior year of high school, 1947. Not only did I feel sophisticated working there (we were across from the train station—ah, the allure of travel!), but I also, occasionally, as we said back then, got lucky with our female customers. Though I cut down my meat consumption decades ago (I turn ninety this year), I gotta admit that the finest cuts look damned impressive, and they make you look that way, too, when you sell them. You can’t say that about, say, carrots, despite how they improve your eyesight.