<p>It occurred to me yesterday, as I was filling my car with very expensive gas, that I can remember when the gallon indicators spun quickly and the cost indicators slowly…</p>
<p>I remember when gas was sold in litres because the price/gallon could only be 2 digits! Farther back, $2 filled the '58 VW bug, concert tickets were $5 and Seafarer jeans were $8.</p>
<p>We could do Chinatown dinner and standing room on Broadway for $10. That probably also included the price of the subway tokens–also things of the past here in NYC.</p>
<p>A hamburger, fries and a coke at Burger King was less than $1. I can’t believe I’m that old.</p>
<p>Subway tokens 15 cents. Non-price related: Fifth, Madison, and Lexington Avenue all with traffic going both north and south. Cobblestones on Second Avenue. All as recently as the mid '60’s.</p>
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<p>And the gas station attendant cleaned your windshields and checked your oil while those numbers were spinning.</p>
<p>Twenty-nine cents a gallon; that’s what I remember!!</p>
<p>Cost me just over $35 to fill my weeny little Civic with gas yesterday. OUCH!</p>
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<p>Although there are self-serve stations here, we still have many full-serve stations where they clean your windshield and check your oil. :)</p>
<p>I also remember the days when $2 or 3 would fill my mom’s '65 Mustang. Then again, the house my parents bought that year cost them $17,500. And yes, that really makes me feel old!</p>
<p>I remember my thrifty grandmother complaining about postage rates having gone up to 5 cents an ounce for a first-class letter. (This was in 1963.)</p>
<p>I also remember when Hawaii became the 50th state in 1960, and my mother and some friends were laughing at the people who had foolishly bought 49-star U.S. flags the year before when Alaska became a state. In this instance, the procrastinators turned out to be the winners. (You could buy a kit with one or two extra stars to sew onto your old flag, but there was no way to do this without disrupting the pattern.)</p>
<p>Talk about old!</p>
<p>I remember when a weekly allowance of a quarter let me buy five candy bars…</p>
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<p>Anyone who knows anything about Manhattan real estate prices will understand why the following makes me feel old: when I was four years old, in 1959, my parents bought a 3-bedroom co-op apartment in a prewar building on 67th and Lexington, for $20,000. Of course, that was more than my father made in a year at the time, so they had to take out a mortgage. My father still lives there.</p>
<p>Donna</p>
<p>So, Donna…what’s it sellin’ for now??</p>
<p>Risky Business and Michael Jackson’s Thriller album are 25 years old this years. Whoosh, that was a quick quarter century!</p>
<p>about the price of that Manhattan apt. Add 2 zeros to that original purchase price and you might be in the neighborhood…</p>
<p>I remember riding my bike 2 or more miles, to get the daily newspaper sometimes for parents, of course my dad had our only car at work, my decision was to take a dime and carry home the 3 cents or take the 7 cents… Of course candy bars were 5 cents (anyone have a cent key on their computer keyboard?) and school milk was 10 cents.</p>
<p>Remember the poster?
“Life is a gas
37.9”</p>
<p>I googled and couldn’t find one…</p>
<p>First job, in high school, McDonald’s… $1.25/hour
Husband’s first job out of grad school… $14,000/year.
We bought a house within a year and had a brand new (paid cash for) Toyota Carrolla. ($3500) We couldn’t get a credit card - back then they required verified income for a year before you applied and were quite hard to get.
Do you think there’s a correlation? We spent $0 on interest payments…
Geez I’m old.</p>
<p>3bm103, I worked at McD’s in high school. Our food allowance for a less-than-5 hour day was 90 cents - and we could actually eat for that amount!</p>
<p>I also remember gas for about 1/3 of a dollar … and recall choking when it was 3 times a dollar … and now I wince when I watch the automated signs at the gas stations rise closer to $4 every day.</p>
<p>My first job out of college paid way more than anyone else I knew … $2000 a month! I was rich, I tell you. </p>
<p>Of course, the thing that reminds me most that I am getting old is the reaction I get whenever high school kids find out my age … “You are NOT that old!” My favorite, though … “You’re older than my granny!”</p>
<p>I remember when UCLA was $67 a quarter.</p>
<p>yeah, but was the income in those days?</p>
<p>You must be <em>really</em> old. 
Lowest I remember (at another Pac-8 school; and no that’s not a typo) was $256/semester. We all howled when it went up to $295.</p>