After a trip to the local Mall, I realize I’m So Old…
I’m so Old…
Clay Hurtubise
I remember when a penny was worth something. A person would bend over, and back then most people could, and actually stop for a penny. Now they sit out on the 7-11 counter top for free, begging to be picked up. If people say a dollar isn’t worth much anymore, why do we still have the penny?
Seriously. Isn’t it time for us to do away with the little piece of mixed metals? In 2002 there was an attempt to do away with the penny. Even though the thought behind keeping it as legal currency (and yes, it is legal currency) wasn’t worth a cent, we still have the penny. Would it be so bad to round up/down on purchases? In the end, it all comes out the same.
So, I’m so old I remember saving pennies, and not just the wheat ones.
My Mom was Belgian and her love of chocolate stayed with her to the very end. She often stated that the chocolate candy bars available in the United States were of low quality chocolate. It wouldn’t be until I visited her hometown and stopped in at the quaint pastry shop snuggled in amongst a row of brick storefronts that I would learn what she meant. Our chocolate sucks!
The thick dark chocolate made by the local pastry shop was drizzled over the flakey éclair. Delectable! The rich, intoxicating chocolate was stronger than my will power. A quick stop soon became lunch. More calories in one sitting than I would normally consume in a week. What is stopping the Belgians from dipping their Frits in chocolate? Heaven!
I remember sitting out on our covered porch on hot summer evenings and my Mom giving me the ‘chocolate look’. Without pause I would run into the house and grab her worn cloth purse. While I patiently stood beside her, she would dig around and find several pennies. Depending who was home at the time, she might have to throw in a nickel or two, or, gasp, a quarter! “Bring back the change”

My mission was the five-cent Hersey bar. The same bar that today cost fifty pennies or more was a mere nickel. While Mom didn’t consider the Hersey bar to be high quality, she had grown accustomed to its flavor. She taught me how to properly eat chocolate. One must not simply bite into a bar, chew it a few times and then swallow. Heresy! (Weird how close that word is to Hersey!).
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