When I look up unusual "National" days on the internet, there are usually 3 or 4 things happening on any given day. So I pick and choose one that looks fun to write about on my chalkboard.  Today is National Bologna Day!  How fun is that?  Growing up in East Los Angeles among Mexican and Jewish people (we're talking 1956), I was embarrassed to bring rice balls wrapped in black seaweed for lunch.  I'd beg my Mom for peanut butter and jelly or just plain bologna sandwiches.  It was a struggle but eventually Mom caved and made me "normal" sandwiches on white Wonder Bread.  The Helms Bakery trucks would arrive on our block and I loved running to see what goodies were aboard. Donuts, pastries and all kinds of bread!  What a delight it was! I'd hear the clinking of bottles early in the morning and the milk would magically be at the back door in the morning. I'd get slapped in the head if she noticed that I had licked the cream of the lid of the bottle (that is if she could catch me). So let's enjoy some nostalgia and have a yummy sandwich of the past...