Ode to Pimento Loaf

I bought bologna today, the cheap kind with the red plastic ring. I haven't had it in years, but used to eat it all the time when I was a kid. I’ve heard fried bologna was good, but haven’t had it. My favorite was always the bologna with the green stuff in it, not the pickles but the olives. Pimento loaf I think, and it was my dad's favorite too. He would bring it to work sites on the weekends that he had us. Sometimes he’d have demolition jobs on the weekends. Nothing explosive, but the kind of job where you ripped everything down by hand and tried to salvage anything you could. He'd give us some basic task like chipping mortar off of bricks and palleting the good ones. 12 bricks long, 6 bricks wide, 10 bricks high, keep’em tight. May not have been much, but at six years old it felt empowering to do a man’s job, and I hated it. I wanted to go bowling or play video games in an arcade. But then there’d be lunch. Dad would give me and my older brother 5 bucks and send us to the nearest gas station for a case of soda. There would always be extra, so we’d pop quarters into whatever arcade game they had inside. When we ran out, we would head back to the job site, and build bologna sandwiches, 2 pieces of bread, yellow mustard, slice of pimento loaf, can of Mountain Dew, Doritos. That's the last time I actually enjoyed bologna, as a kid eating it with my father and brother at a dirty job in a city I barely knew, working for free.