Today was about money, at least as I experienced it.
First of all, I paid the bookstore’s taxes. Deadline is Feb. 5, but I dread the experience so much I figured I’d just go ahead and file. One more week won’t make a lot of difference. Since most of our sales volume is textbooks for our school, exempt from sales tax in this state, we don’t really have to cough up a whole lot. It hardly seems worth the trouble. Not that I have any plans to skip it some year and see whether anybody notices.
I recall an old episode of “Death Valley Days” (why am I thinking about old TV westerns this week?). I think it was in the Ronald Reagan years or later (although for me “The Old Ranger” [Stanley Andrews] was always the proper host. When they replaced him with Ronald Reagan, I just assumed he’d died, but according to Wikipedia they simply fired him on account of his age. I guess nobody’d ever noticed before that The Old Ranger was… you know, old. So they brought in Reagan, who [this may surprise younger readers] was not always ancient. Then came Robert Taylor and Dale Robertson). Continue reading For a few dollars more