My father has been dead for fifty years, but I can still hear him saying, “I remember when a hamburger cost a nickel.”  (Back then, Dad also got three pennies back in the cellophane pack of Lucky Strikes after putting a quarter in a cigarette machine.)

Even I remember when at McDonald’s you could get a twenty-eight-cent burger that now costs $2.49. 

I get inflation.  Yet like everyone, I am astonished by the cost of groceries these days. Even worse, is that our formerly $18 parking lot cost to go to a concert suddenly was $44 the other night!  Even more shocking is that the huge underground parking lot was almost full.

Next time, the subway.