Back in elementary school, you were either a brown bagger or you had a lunchbox. It was a symbol of social status to have a cool one to fit in with the in-crowd.
At an early age, I went with a safe choice: the Snoopy and the Peanuts Gang lunchbox. IT came with a glass thermos that would hold chocolate milk or soup. They tended to not last long, as the glass inside would always break. Nothing is worse to a third grader than tomato soup with shards of glass.
Next up was Evel Knievel lunchbox. This choice set me apart in the fourth grade as being cool. The fame was short-lived, as it was stolen. My favorite was Scooby-Doo and the Mystery Machine. That was the last one I had until I made the switch to the school’s hot lunch with pizza on Fridays. There is a market for original lunchboxes. Some pull in big bucks.
Melodies and Memories in Eastpoint has the largest collection of lunchboxes I have ever seen: The Beatles, The Six Million Dollar Man, Holly Hobbie, Star Wars, Speed Buggy, and more. Check your attic or garage, as you could be sitting on some dough.