School. The place to get an education. Especially at lunch time. We learn to barter and trade. Your ham-and-cheese for my tuna sandwich. I’ll take your apple if you’ll take my banana. We also learn to buy and sell. Give you a quarter for those cookies. I’ll take fifty cents for this piece of pie. And we even share sometimes. Some days we bring our lunch. Made with love by Mom. Or someone. Everything tucked nicely in lunchboxes. And tossed in a brown paper sac ...