I remember when Cokes were a dime. I'd stop at the post office a block from Central High, tired and thirsty from playing ball, and get one from the machine in a 6-oz glass bottle. Then I'd pop into the sporting goods store on the way home to spend 50 cents for a box of .22 shorts to harass the rodents and sparrows on the weekend with my $9.50 rifle. And a new Sting Ray cost $4,500, about what the average man earned in a year.
