“If I had a crystal ball I would gaze into your mind Clubs and organizations are anywhere and everywhere, but it was only in the 80’s where one penny could make you feel like you owned the world. We’re on to a new year, and 2017 presents endless possibilities and opportunities before us all. I feel strangely out of place when I’m in the large clubhouse though, but I do feel right at home on the golf course.
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I don’t have the minimum IQ (132) to join the Mensa Society club (shocker) or the deep pockets to join The Core Club in New York ($50,000 registration fee and $15,000 annually), but through my work, I am a member of a local country club with access to golf, tennis, swimming pools, and more. And just like many others, I ended up as a 14 year old with no job and a bill my parents had to bail me out on (twice if I recall correctly), but hey, I was part of a club! I mailed in my 1 cent (plus shipping and handling) for 12 cassettes and later 8 CD’s with the agreement to buy the required amount at regular club prices. I belonged to Columbia House and later BMG Music Club on multiple occasions through the years in fact. Service clubs, school clubs, and even buyer’s clubs like Columbia House all clamored for my attention and my membership. I grew up, dated, and eventually got married, thankfully making me ineligible for the “He-Man Woman-Haters Club,” but I continued to be barraged with invitations to real clubs. If you’re old enough to remember then you will recall the Little Rascals and “The He-Man Woman-Haters Club.” I thought their clubhouse and their mission was just about the greatest thing ever. I wanted to hold meetings, and to enjoy the fellowship of my peers concerning important childhood issues of the day like where we were riding our bikes to, what sport were we going to play that day, or just a place to try out new toys or read comic books. I wanted to have an actual clubhouse with a unique hand-sewn flag flying from it. When I was just a young man of say seven or eight, I wanted to be part of a club. My longing to belong to a club probably started earlier in my life. Two of the originals still residing in my attic So, instead I opted for the four cassettes with the realistic possibility that I could scrape together enough cash to pay for one cassette at regular club price, which I believe was Air Supply’s “Greatest Hits.” I think even 11 year old me was smart enough to realize that I couldn’t afford to buy eight more cassettes over three years with no real means of consistent income besides the occasional birthday money from grandma, aunts, and uncles.
As I remember you had the option of only selecting four cassettes with the agreement to buy one at regular club price over the next year, or you could opt for the 12 with the agreement to buy 8 more over the next three years. I specifically remember receiving Hall & Oates “Private Eyes,” Van Halen’s “Diver Down,” Men At Work’s “Business As Usual,” and Alabama’s “Mountain Music” cassettes among that first batch. I was probably 11 or 12 the first time I joined the club. With hundreds of cassettes to choose from there was no way I could say no to such an obviously great deal.
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You know what else was only a penny back in 1982? Twelve cassettes of my choice courtesy of the Columbia House Mail-order music club! With an insert in the TV Guide and usually one in the Sunday newspaper “Parade” insert, Columbia House preyed upon the impressionable youthful minds like myself that craved great music. Even though the yearly rate of inflation was roughly 6%, according to Tavares, thoughts only cost one penny and a kiss was five cents! What a bargain! After all the average price of gasoline was only 91 cents per gallon, the average cost of a new car was $7,983, and a loaf of sliced white bread was a mere 50 cents. Just look at the above lyrics from the family band known as Tavares. A dime if you tell me that you love me.” – Tavaresīack in 1982 money went a lot further.
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