When candy bars cost a Nickle
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Donna and I had lunch yesterday at one of our favorite places, and I got in a conversation with our young waiter. He's a a friendly kid, and I enjoy talking with him. There was a sign on the door of the restaurant saying, "looking for cook." I asked him if had applied, and he said, "No way." That would not be a good move for anyone, and we both laughed.

"When I was a teenager, I had a job as the cook in a small restaurant and soda fountain. I also waited on people sitting at the counter and made all the ice cream and soda menu,. At the time I was, a double scoop of ice cream in a cone was ten cents. My father could top that. It was only a Nickle when he was a kid. I feel like the last living remnant of a world long forgotten. When I was at the University of Wisconsin in the mid to late fifties, the Madison Journal paper cost ten cents. They had vending machines on the street, and they were on the honor system. You could reach down a and take a newspaper, and put ten cents in a slotted box. It wasn't compulsory. You could just take the paper and walk away. Now, young adults can say, "I remember when a newspaper only cost a dollar."

You won't hear any little kids singing "Shave and a hair cut, two bits."