There's deja-vu all over again

When there's deja-vu all over again

“ I'm remembering when we were youngly married and living in Camp Springs, MD. I had a good job, but we were house poor, and every nickel counted.  On payday we'd treat ourselves to a PAPPY's PIZZA .  Sundays were dinner at my parent's, and we'd both search the crevices of couches and chairs for loose change.  Every once in a awhile we'd hit the mother lode; enough lootage for the Ranch Drive-In with a six-pack of Natty Boh ($2.10 total). One killer thing was when the military got a pay raise.  We shopped at the Food Fair, just outside the main gate of Andrews AFB. We had already noted that at the end of the month, when they received their pay, that prices on everything rose, and nothing was on sale for a few days. The gummint pay raise soldered the food hike permanently. We, unfortunately, did not get a corresponding hike, and it hurt  Once, with a visit from my in-laws pending, we had to float a loan from HFC in order to put on a feed for them.  The big Sunday dinner featured a sirloin tip cooked on the charcoal grill. I had it marinating in a bowl on the drive-way, but when I went out to get it the sumbitch was gone!  I had an inkling, and sure enough found Boomer, our German Shepherd, crouched way in the back of the yard with it.  Fortunately I'd discovered it before Boomer had time to do much damage. After furtively looking at windows, and finding nobody watching, I hosed it down and went forward [actual picture above].  It was as I remember, delicious.  Dog saliva enzymes are good tenderizer. We now, once again,  find ourselves in a local economy ruled by government paychecks, which are quite generous in these parts.  With inflation looming already here, and once again finding ourselves with a fixed income, I see - as Yogi Berra once observed - deja-vu all over again.  No more parent's couch though.  Did you ever see Fun With Dick and Jane? ”