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IT WAS JUST BEFORE LUNCHTIME IN A BIG CONSERVAS FACTORY IN NAVARRA AND THE WOMEN ON THE ASPARAGUS LINE WERE WAITING FOR THE BELL. WITH HANDS LIKE LIGHTNING THEY CLEANED, TRIMMED, STACKED AND PACKED SCORES OF DIFFERENT TYPES OF TINS AND JARS OF WHITE ASPARAGUS. THE BIG SPEARS WENT INTO THE BIG TINS AND THE LITTLE ONES STOOD UP IN GLASS JARS. SEEING THE WOMEN STANDING IN THE STEAM WITH THEIR GLOVES AND HATS, I COULDN’T HELP THINKING OF LAVERNE & SHIRLEY. THE WAREHOUSE WAS LI