If you have to go to Philadelphia for a reason you don<br > want your wife to know about， the best way is to atter<br > law school about thirty years before the time you have<br > be in the City of Brotherly Love. Being a lawyer is lil<br > bein~ a bottle of ketcbnp Jn a restaurant that specializes l<br >bad steaks. It covers a multitude of sins. This may not be<br >noteworthy comment to make on an ancient and occasioI<br >ally honorable profession. But it is something I have corn<br >to value. I have been a lawyer for thirty years.<br > I have also， been a husband for almost three decadet<br >and a father foi~ two. And I had to get to Philadelphia wi~<br >out allowing Elizabeth Ann or Jack to know why.<br > A grocer might have had some difficulty swinging it. Nc<br >Benny Kramer. I thanked you know who--God， of tours<br >--for my N.Y.U. law degree (evening session 1933-1937)<br >I wrapped myself in the mantle of S. (for Shloymah) B. (fo<br >Berel) Schlisselberger， my most lucrative client. And l<br >caught the 10:00 A.M. Metroliner for Philadelphia.<br > The verb "caught" plucks irritably at the mind. When l<br >was a boy on East Fourth Street， we used to catch butter<br >flies in Tompkins Square Park. Now I am a middle-aget<br >man functioning on Madison Avenue (office) and Fiftl<br >Avenue (home)， and I catch trains. Thorstein Veblel<br >would， I am certain， know how to make the definitive com.<br >rnent. Benny Kamer did not have time to try. He had to ge~<br >to Philadelphia.<br > I got there at noon， and I went directly to the office of S<br >B. Schlisselberger. I was not really interested in S. B<br >Schlisselberger. But he is， as I said， my client， and he wa~，<br >paying my fare， and he was providing what during my wax<br >was known as my cover story.<br > 1<br ><br >