1960 to 1964, the author was an investigator
for the US Food and Drug Administration. His assignments were
varied and seldom
dull – and very different from the police work regularly portrayed by
media. His experiences are sometimes poignant, more often humorous, and
interesting and informative.
Johnny DeSilver: FDA...
was now covered in a blanket of new snow. Not a problem, the snow
didn’t look that deep. I started to step off of the concrete floor onto
the snow-covered feedlot.
“I wouldn’t do
that,” said the youngest member of the trio who had spoken very little
thus far. “It’s real sloppy out there.”
late! My right leg was already in motion, and my body was following it
off the concrete and onto the snow – and through the snow cover into
ten inches of sloppy black, highly odoriferous muck. Since I had also
committed my left foot, it too disappeared into the liquefied manure. I
could feel it oozing over the top of my overshoes and slowly wetting my
stood still for a moment waiting for the trio of guffaws that I was
sure would be coming forthwith. Silence. I couldn’t understand it, but
I had to admire their restraint.
What I did not admire was the rate at which my galoshes were filling up
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