<p>Toledo, when I was 14 (this was back at the dawn of time!) I was in a class where we read Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. The teacher had no anti-meat agenda, it was more read as an example of muckracking journalism and how it can be a force for change. We took a field trip to a slaughterhouse. I wore sandals. I remember the blood under my feet, and the cows moaning as they were hauled upsidedown on hooks and had their throats cut. That was it for me!</p>