I used to make $2.50 per hour when I was 22 and you could buy a huge seafood platter that no one person should ever eat at one sitting for $2.25. In those days if you had a hundred dollar bill you could go on a vacation without a credit card. Most young people don’t believe those days ever really existed but back then the old folks could not believe how expensive everything had gotten. I actually recall seeing a man in his early forties pitch a fit back around 1956 because someone had the nerve to charge him a whole TEN CENTS for a cup of coffee in an eating place. He had never paid more than a nickel in his life. Even in ‘65 when I went to boot camp the saying to indicate that something was worthless was, “That and a NICKEL will get you a cup of coffee.” I still recall my father turning red and sputtering because the electric bill for a month hit EIGHT dollars.
You must an old coot like me!