"For some reason, in the mid-1960s (my lunchbox days) in Albuquerque, boys tended not to carry lunch boxes. I believe I asked my parents to buy me one anyway and they probably said, "You'll just lose it." This was no doubt true. As a religious and ever-hopeful visitor to the lost-and-found, I can attest that there were a lot of lunch boxes there and never any of the numerous things I lost. So I never had a lunch box and never lost one either.
"I remember a few paper bag lunch oriented incidents: 1. I once witnessed a lunch get run over on Lomas on a chilly morning in 1968. 2. I once convinced a friend of mine to carry some whisky we discovered in an alley one morning to school in his lunch bag. He forgot about it and dropped the bag in class. The bottle broke. There was a huge scandal and either because of that or some other incident, the entire 7th grade class jumped to its feet and demanded that the substitute stop picking on Tom (the whiskey kid). We were a strangely rambunctious bunch. Mass defense of wronged individuals was common amongst children in those days. Are children still that moralistic?"