Porkchop

I sat on a parked car's hoot watching, eating a porkchop sandwich I'd bought at a nearby food booth.

“Anyway, we’re sitting down to dinner at his house, and there’s this plate of porkchops on the table. The only thing was—and I didn’t know it till it happened, it sort of took me back—you only got a porkchop if you worked. / “That was the rule. The porkchops went to the workers, nobody else. Didn’t matter who you were, how old you were. Tommy didn’t get a porkchop, I didn’t get a porkchop. I’ve always remembered that.”

A porkchop-shaped camping area is set along the south cove of 12-mile Sebec Lake.