A nickle is not worth much today.
When I was in the 4th grade it was magical. On "ice cream" days a nickle in your pocket could be traded for a fifty fifty bar.
A fifty fifty bar was a half orange flavored popcycle half ice cream novelty. Those kids with a nickle got them from the cafeteria people that were dispensing them out of a container kept cold by dry ice.
Such a delight. We always wished that some other flavor other than orange was on the popcycle side.. but in that era .. no such luck.
I just remembered that from the pile of nickles and quarters that I have floating across my computer desk tonight. Somehow they don't quite seem so important.
: ) Pat
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One summer, my friends and I walked to summer school every day... no small chug from our house to El Camino, of course we walked the railroad tracks to cut the walk a bit. The railroad tracks cut behind the driving range and as we walked, we picked up a few balls everyday that made it through the protective fence. Someone must have whacked those balls realllly far! At the end of the summer, we had amassed quite a bag and we took it to the office of the driving range. The guy in charge gave us 3 cents a ball, which was just enough to buy each of us a fifty-fifty ice cream bar at the little grocery on the corner of Arroyo and El Camino. Remember that little grocery store with the milk neon in the window?
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