In the early ‘70’s, we lived in government housing up north. A city truck would come by and deliver us sandwiches at lunchtime…slice of wheat, slice of white, slice of meat, slice of cheese wrapped in cellophane and served with a cookie and a carton of milk. All the neighborhood kids ran like it was an ice cream truck but it was just a roach coach. Then later after we moved into a house, we’d eat peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches when we ran out of jelly. And when we ran out of peanut butter, it was just mayonnaise sandwiches. Sometimes just a jelly sandwich if we didn’t have peanut butter or mayonnaise. You make do with what you have.