That’s how much it costs me to see a Brooklyn Dodger game at Ebbets Field way back when it costs 25 cents and Borden’s Elsie Ice Cream wrapper. Today to see a Mets game, at Citi Field, it costs $60! You hollered, cheered or jeered and had a great time.
In 1955, I went with some friends or cousins of mine, and we sat out in left field off the foul line, could see the whole park, and had a good time. The last game I went to the Mets played their next to last game at Shea Stadium. I was in the stratosphere, with a nose bleed and deathly silence in the ballpark.
What does this have to do with the price of hot dogs, you ask? Well actually, plenty. The cost of a hot dog in 1955 was 25 cents, and for a dime you got a soda. Try that today at a ballpark, and you actually make the vendor keep it as change!
They have taken the game of baseball, a father-son treat, and make it into a greed thing, like everything else in this world. And the way they make everything else in this world, it is of the poorest quality, or very defective.
It was interesting how Toyota, a well-respected name came apart at the seams, and now Ford, an American product is being recalled for imperfections in their products.
You can’t seem to find too many places that take pride in their service or products, they shame being, and there is no Mom and Pop store to go to. The big companies sell convenience, at the expense of value, taste or durability.
We buy things brand new, and before you can open the box, they need to be in repair! I don’t know how many water-pumps for my pool I purchased in the past few years, garden hoses that are so poorly made, they can’t even straighten out!
I think we place too much emphasis on cheap labor, and not on the quality of work and craftsmanship. I remember the mothers and fathers of my generation revering their jobs, taking pride in their work, and not complaining about what they did. Dad got up in the morning and came home at night, and in-between made a living, working not for his boss, but for his family. His imprimatur was the quality he left behind that day.
Give me back the caring folks who made baseball a game for fathers and sons to watch, mom and pop stores who wanted your business, and the pride of a job well-done and a product, well-made.
And the real beauty of those days was that people stayed home on Sundays, not work in some chain or bank!
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