By Len Berk

September 1996
Three years ago I sold my CPA practice and crossed the barrier between work and play. I’d always been a fish lover – as a sportsman, chef and gourmet diner. So when a close friend called and told me that Zabar’s was advertising in the New York Times for a part time lox-slicer, I applied for the job, was interviewed by Mr. Saul Zabar himself, and GOT IT. After 40 years in the world of finance, I traded my suit, tie, calculator and computer for whites, a plastic apron, a sleek, slicing knife – and I love it. With two days on and five off, I can’t wait to get back to work each week. I’d almost do it for nothing (only kidding Mr. Zabar).
The afternoon before my return each week, I anticipate trimming my first salmon of the day – carefully cutting away that deliciously chewy surface of the “side”, exposing the glossy undersurface of the fish; removing the pin bones with needle nose pliers and gliding my vinyl-gloved hand, back and forth, over its new oily surface – a truly sensuous experience. Nothing at all like the graphite in my pencil gliding along the surface of an accountant’s worksheet.
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