“I long for the time when if I had a couple silver quarters and a couple silver dimes
in my pocket, I felt like a rich man. But then came Lyndon Johnson. I spit on his grave.”
You used to occasionally still receive silver dimes in change. My mother managed a retail clothing store until retirement and she would “buy” any silver from the change drawer. Now the only time you might see silver is when some idiot robs his grandma or neighbor and spends it to buy a pack of Newport and the clerk is clueless about its value. The last time I received a silver dime in change was about 10 years ago.
Shoot, I long for the days of 1994 when I worked for (evil corporation - in a lot of ways, actually) but my corporate apartment was paid for, my airline tickets were paid for, my dinner was $30 reimbursed every night, the rental car was paid for (either by week or when I flew home), the parking was paid for, if I had a hotel it was paid for (I always booked one with Continental Breakfast) - but it was 60 hours a week with Big 6 often plus travel time.
One client was literally not even 2 blocks from the hotel - the rental wouldn’t even get warm by the time I hit their parking lot - and they actually pretty much closed up at 5:30=6:00 every night - once a month I’d have to spend about 2 hours doing my expense report.
Shoot I miss even 1996 - back then you still had $500 bills and even $1,000 bills - I had some of those back then - you felt like you often had some good cash on you.
Boy those days are long gone.