i do not understand why tax money goes over seas for other country's we all get taxed which should be for your own country but it is not which i have a hard job understanding ...... enjoyed your answers lovely seeing you again thank you
@@spiritsnightsilence9977 What was in my head when I gave the tax answer was when King George III was making America pay taxes to England on the goods that he was shipping over here. Tea comes to mind. In form of protest, Americans dumped the tea into the Boston (Massachusetts USA) Harbor. I remember learning this in school as a child, and I never forgot it.
I must have been 13 or 14 at the time-old enough to know better, you might say. A half-dozen of us were out on a summer evening long after sunset. One of our group, who I imagine is now in prison, suggested a prank the rest of us hadn’t heard of before. We split into two groups and lined up on opposite sides of the road. The idea was to pretend we were holding a rope between us tug-of-war style, an illusion that worked best after dark. When the first car came cruising along, the kid who’d come up with the idea yelled “Pull” and we leaned back and gritted our teeth in a pantomime of exertion. The car came to a screeching stop and the kids on my side of the street ran into the shadows of the adjacent park, our hearts pounding. I heard the car door open and close followed by a stream of enraged swearing shocking in its menace and variety. We hugged the brow of a hill not daring to raise our heads in case our silhouettes showed against the light that was still in the sky. An eternity passed before we heard the car door open and close again and the driver speed off. It wasn’t till long after that I appreciated that, in spite of his incandescent anger, the driver had slammed on his brakes to save the lives of the kids who were stupid enough to think they could stop a speeding car with a rope stretched between them. (Looks like you’re planning on supplying the neighbourhood kids with back-to-school totes and backpacks, Lee Ann.)
@@Dugalwest that's an interesting peek into your childhood. I have a great niece and a grandchild on the way, so that's who I'm crocheting for right now. I have enough yarn to supply the neighbors kids with purses and wallets and such.
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@@TheLegend1593 thanks Ciggy ❣️
i do not understand why tax money goes over seas for other country's we all get taxed which should be for your own country but it is not which i have a hard job understanding ...... enjoyed your answers lovely seeing you again thank you
@@spiritsnightsilence9977 What was in my head when I gave the tax answer was when King George III was making America pay taxes to England on the goods that he was shipping over here. Tea comes to mind. In form of protest, Americans dumped the tea into the Boston (Massachusetts USA) Harbor. I remember learning this in school as a child, and I never forgot it.
I must have been 13 or 14 at the time-old enough to know better, you might say. A half-dozen of us were out on a summer evening long after sunset. One of our group, who I imagine is now in prison, suggested a prank the rest of us hadn’t heard of before.
We split into two groups and lined up on opposite sides of the road. The idea was to pretend we were holding a rope between us tug-of-war style, an illusion that worked best after dark. When the first car came cruising along, the kid who’d come up with the idea yelled “Pull” and we leaned back and gritted our teeth in a pantomime of exertion. The car came to a screeching stop and the kids on my side of the street ran into the shadows of the adjacent park, our hearts pounding. I heard the car door open and close followed by a stream of enraged swearing shocking in its menace and variety.
We hugged the brow of a hill not daring to raise our heads in case our silhouettes showed against the light that was still in the sky. An eternity passed before we heard the car door open and close again and the driver speed off. It wasn’t till long after that I appreciated that, in spite of his incandescent anger, the driver had slammed on his brakes to save the lives of the kids who were stupid enough to think they could stop a speeding car with a rope stretched between them.
(Looks like you’re planning on supplying the neighbourhood kids with back-to-school totes and backpacks, Lee Ann.)
@@Dugalwest that's an interesting peek into your childhood. I have a great niece and a grandchild on the way, so that's who I'm crocheting for right now. I have enough yarn to supply the neighbors kids with purses and wallets and such.
@@Dugalwest the great niece is a tweenager! I can't believe it.
@@genmama1955 Lucky kids! :-)
Were you living in Tennessee during the Dennis Martin disappearance?
@@headingnorth5701 no, we moved to Evanston in 1965. That was really sad about his disappearance. We loved the Smokies so much. Was he related to you?
@@genmama1955 Not that I know of.