Musings of a Dumb Ass

Musings of a Dumb Ass...... Some things stay in your memory forever and just will not leave. The celluloid color of the fancy steering wheel with the full circle chrome horn ring of my first car, a 1946 Buick Roadmaster with 5 cigarette lighters...... the smell of the talcum powder, my first serious girl friend encounter Vera Miller used....... the rust colored upholstered seats in the Strand Theater..... the majestic sound of the $8.00 stella guitar I bought when I was 8.... The disgusting taste of the horehound candy my buddy Steve stole from Derby's Grocery Store and said we had to eat all of it so they wouldn't have any evidence that we stole it to begin with. Our first phone number, 860-J. We got it in 1954 and the bill was $3.20 a month including taxes. I got our phone bill last month and the taxes on the basic phone service, local, was $28 and some change. A brand spanking new 55' Chevy sedan could be had for $1630.00. The sales tax on a loaded new Chevy Impala today is a bit over $1750.00. In 1973 gasoline was 41 cents a gallon taxes included. Now the tax on a gallon of gas is more than that. My stepfathers salary in 1958 was $125.00 a week which allowed us to live in grand style. The weekly with holding on a ten dollar sweat job is more than that now. This is the price tag of all that inflation I've been bitching about for so long. The government is the only entity doing good with it and hoping inflation will go up some more. And it will. Our answer to it is to raise the minimum wage. Why do I think this entire debacle is so dangerous........ Read the blog again and you tell me.................