March 13, 2007
Here's how old I am
Originally published April 25, 2003
The post about nickels started me thinking, and that's always a bad thing anymore. Here's what I recall about money during my teenage years:
* Gas was 26 cents per gallon.
* A 1969, brand-new Plymouth Road-Runner cost $1,999.99.
* An all-night, dusk-till-dawn horror-rama at the Montgomery Drive-In cost $1.00 per car. Cheapest and best date site in the world.
* A double-feature at the Avon Theater cost 50 cents.
* A Shoney's Big Boy cost 49 cents. Krystal hamburgers were 10-cents each, or twelve for a dollar.
* The minimum wage was was 80 cents per hour. When I got my first raise to $1.00 per hour, I thought I was in high cotton. Man, after taxes, I was earning SIX BUCKS A DAY!
* Kelly's and Chip's hamburgers (just like McDonald's today) cost 15 cents. French fries were another 15 cents. A 12-ounce Coke was a dime. For 40 cents, you had a meal. For less than a dollar, you fed your date, too.
* Pabst Blue Ribbon beer was $4.99 a case just over the bridge into South Carolina, where the drinking age was 18. Georgia still had the drinking age at 21, but I had a damned good fake ID, so I could buy whatever I wanted in my home state. I went to South Carlina for beer because it was a short trip and a LOT cheaper than what I paid in Georgia.
* $100 was a LOT OF MONEY!!!
* Hell, $20 was a LOT OF MONEY!!!
* My college tuition cost $90 per quarter. That was A LOT OF MONEY!!!
*When I collected football cards, they were $1.00 for a hundred if you bought an entire box. I negotiated with the owner of Wyndam's Market to sell me a box for 95 cents. I saved a nickel. I was proud of making that deal.
* No wonder I don't give a shit about money anymore. I've got enough, and that's all I need. What it's worth makes no sense to me at all.
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