He reeked of a pleasant childhood. Of teeth brushed twice a day, annual physicals, and 10 hours of sleep each night. Of baloney and mayo sandwiches with the crusts cut off and a bag of Lays chips on the side. Of ironed jeans, oxford shirts and Sunday trips to Grandma’s. Of little league uniforms and a dad who coached. Of bedtime stories and a mom who tucked him in. Of a first job mowing lawns and a first girlfriend named Jennifer. Of camping trips to the lake and embarrassing old photographs of naked babies . Of a bubbly little sister who taught him the macarena in the kitchen before the big dance. Of extra credit and a college fund. Of frat parties, finals, and football pools. Of 401ks, a pretty wife and well behaved children. Of graying at the temples, an old boys network, and vacations on the Cape. Of big white teeth, all the better to eat you with.