Boyhood discarded by both Stegner and me, I guess we became more refined, whatever that means at least in respect to meat and he became interested in human behavior at Stanford and I moved to becoming a Sawbones and on to carving a different kind of muscle in Victoria.
When I met my prospective father-in-law in Winnipeg he told me he been a dollar-a-year man serving on the rationing board for the Canadian government during the second world war. He was responsible for the rationing of meats and strict adherence to the meat charts and responsible for both the cutting and distribution. That would have been a lot of responsibility for his pay of the annual dollar but it was the holy grail to him. I don't think I ever told him about my dodgy icehouse meat activity or Stegner's either. He would have forgiven us because it was after the war and after rationing but he would have known that the aspirant to his daughter's hand and heart would have had such a rudimentary approach to meat.