I've started reading Stephen King's 11-22-63. I'm not very far into it yet, but the protagonist goes from 2011 back to 1958. I was 11 years old then. He finds that things taste better. This is one of the things I keep griping about. Food doesn't taste as good as it used to. He found gas selling for 19 cents a gallon. I can remember in the 60's gas selling for 17 cents a gallon during a gas war. I could fill up my car for a dollar. And still my daddy would say that when he was little a nickel looked like a wagon wheel.