On the way out of Albertson's on Rehberg the other day I was startled by a display of Animal Crackers in those original little rickety boxes with string handles that they used when I was a kid. I didn't know they still sold them.
When my father owned a meat market in the late 40s we all worked there of course and lived above the shop in Hustisford WI. Although we all worked there we all didn't get paid much there so my brother Gerald and I thought it was fair to grab a box of these Animal Crackers on our way out the front door. I think the price was either 10 or maybe 15 cents, so $1.49 or ten times the prices in the 40s seems about right. I think my father worried about the number of shop-lifters he had for customers.
I never told him who were the guilty parties though he did tell me in a low voice on his death bed that all the advice he had given me was probably baloney, though I think he used a stronger word. Did I forget to say that I am thankful for my parents and really that whole generation that preceded us.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
27 November 2008
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