I remember attending grade school in Kansas City, MO, every morning my Mother took great pride in making me a great lunch. Usually a fried ham or pork chop sandwich. And as soon as luchtime rolled around I would trade my ham or pork chop for a good old fried bologna sand (cold). This went on for months until my little brother ratted me out. My Mom gave me a good switching—ouch! Remember those superman lunch boxes full of Twinkies, banana flips, and Hostess Cupcakes—and my thermos of milk was never cold![:)]