It’s been a coupe of weeks bringing extra sandwiches to work. I make three at a time, usually peanut butter and jelly. A couple ham and cheese, roast beef when I have it. Most days I give a couple away. One or two on the way. Sometimes one on the way back. Rare days none. I’ve managed to keep them fresh by wrapping them in was paper and then grouped in a bread bag. I’ve become familiar to a few of them. There’s a guy on the way with a decayed grin, but is always reading yesterday’s paper headlines. He’s turned down the roast beef beause he really likes the…