When I was four years old, my father used to take me, once a week, under the elevated train tracks, near our apartment in Chicago, where we stood in line for 30 minutes or more to receive a 1/4 lb. stick of butter and a quart of milk. This was in 1928. I'm not sure if my memory is correct; but I think his wage was 25 cents an hour.
The Augusta Chronicle Sept. 29, on page 6B, lists the amount of money Americans paid just to see a movie. It totals over $68 million for one weekend; and this is when our nation is in a mortgage crisis.
Someone needs to go talk to those people about our bad economy!