And yes, it was hard work to get enough for a 5 cent, three quarter pound Baby Ruth bar. I had to pedal a fricken' 50 pound bicycle that looked like an F-86 at least half a block to collect three soda bottles from vacant lots at 2 cents deposit each to get 6 cents. (Fortunately in those days there were vacant lots on every block and they were all strewn ankle deep with empty soda bottles). That penny left over went into a school sponsored savings account which has grown into a 3.9 million dollar nest egg, and thank God it did since Medicare and Social Security don't cover everything.
Post boomers are just miffed that they didn't have the good sense to be born on the upward slope of the American Empire...
Gunnery, gunnery, gunnery. Hit the target, all else is twaddle!
