The Critics of Plenty.

In the sixties, I got to tag behind archaeologist, Clyde Kennedy, on a dig by Pembroke, Ontario. I'll never forget the throw-away food bones in the dirt of that Archaic camp by the rapids.  Bones no thicker than a bowling pencil or old-style straw had all been cracked to get at the marrow.

Clyde Kennedy at the Morrison Island
site near Pembroke, early sixties.

For comparison, here's my scarcely-gnawed leftover from a T-bone supper.   I'll take the latter while those who glorify the noble pre-industrial savage
(They had iphones, didn't they?)
can go back in time and take the former.
Good riddance.  Plenty is better.