Back in the 60's

One of my most vivid childhood memories was around 1968 (I was eight). I remember my dad calling me and my brother into the kitchen. There on our formica-topped dining table laid a crisp $100 bill, which we were told represented a full week of my dad's pay...with lots of overtime. My mom and dad acted like we hit the lotto. They were even talking of getting that new washer and dryer they wanted. My little brother and I stared at Ben for a second then asked if we could go back to watching The Three Stooges.

Two weeks ago, I spent $180 on a skateboard for my son, which today looks like he's used it to test missles. My how times have changed.