It was 1953/54 and I was 6 years old. One day in school I did something stupid and put a nice gash over my left eye. My mother came and took me to the local Doc who used the parlor of his house as an office/treatment room (this was a very small town of about 600 souls). He cleaned the wound, put in a couple of stitches, swabbed it with something and charged my mother $10. She paid cash and that was it.

I wonder what it would have cost today? Amazing how much things can change in a single lifetime.