I ran across this picture the other day and it took me back to high school…
I believe it was during our junior year that Richard got his own truck. Shortly thereafter, along with Steve and Joe, the four of us started leaving campus for lunch and hitting the McDonald's that was about three miles away. (Such things were allowed at the time without parental permission—the horror!—but not having a car limited the off-campus dining options to the Diary Queen Brazier down the street.)
At the time, my folks were giving me five dollars a week for lunch. This covered eating in the school cafeteria and maybe a couple trips to the Dairy Queen without a problem, but once we started eating at McD's every single day (Richard loved it) and McDonald's raised the cost of a Big Mac from 55 to 65 cents, I started running short of funds.
I finally convinced them into bumping me up to $7.50 a week, which then covered our daily excursions.
Now $7.50 might buy you one meal at McDonalds…