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exexec · 70-79, C
Sardines were a regular part of the lunches that my father packed for our fishing trips. We preferred those packed in mustard. My mother would not allow us to open a can of sardines in the house because she hated the smell. My father and I enjoyed them by the lake, along with a few saltine crackers.