When my brother and I were in Italy, at my aunt’s 50th birthday party, we were served amazing food by the caterers. At one point, my brother and I plopped ourselves in front of a tray of cakes with some wine, and we bantered with whomever came to talk to us.
One man came up, and we discovered that he was over 60 years old, but he looked
fantastic. Under his cashmere shirt a six-pack was clearly visible. When he
turned to leave, I turned to Joseph and said, “How does he do it? He looks
“Genetics,” Joseph said, popping two cakes into his mouth. “It’s all genetics.”