What’s on your lunchbox still just as important as what’s in it

In fourth grade, I didn’t have much going for me. I had toirtoiseshell glasses. I favored sweatshirts with puppies. And I was quite concerned about what happened to the members of The Baby-sitter’s Club.

But what I did have was a red plastic lunchbox that got AM/FM reception. And the week before I lost my hybrid boom-lunchbox, I had some serious status in the lunchroom. What I didn’t know then and still didn’t know until today is the long tradition of lunchboxes.