And there were about, I think, 8 or 10 of us veterinarians all assigned there to Heinz, and we lived in the Webster Hotel, I recall that name somewhere in downtown Pittsburgh, I have no idea where exactly it would be. And there we were turning out just carloads of food for the troops. One of the silliness there was that the people that were working in some of the sections there, as I recall it, were primarily Polish ethnic people. And I happen to be Czech ethnic person, and so the languages were close enough that I could understand a lot of what they were saying. And when they tried to beat the system, there’d be specifications, the beef should be 70% lean, and 10% this, and 5% that and whatever. Well, when you’re looking at big kettles of stuff, there’s no practical way you could tell. But they were dumb enough to talk about what they thought they were gonna do, and occasionally when they tried putting something over on me, I could challenge them and make them do stuff over. And that was kinda a game that I look back on and thought it was fun for them and for me.
