Another day, yesterday, for football. Only two games. As the SE isn’t my TV area I had an opportunity to watch the Carolina team perform. Good. Both from the performance, but also from the game as a whole.
Any thoughts of who goes to the Super Bowl, I have none – with the exception of the negative. I don’t think, having watched the playoffs thus far,, that Manning is going to make the Bowl this year.
He’ll quite possibly be the most outstanding QB in the Super Bowl Era to enter the Hall of Fame without having won that honor.
I’ll leave it to fate. But I wouldn’t mind being wrong.
Back here, near home. At least in the State, an article:
Larry Adams lives in northern Kansas, but about half his grocery shopping is done in Nebraska.
“If we need a loaf of bread, we’ll buy it locally,” said Adams, a resident of Logan in rural Phillips County. “But if we’re already going to the doctor in McCook (Neb.), we’ll stop at Wal-Mart and fill the car up.”
The reason is simple. Food is taxed at 8 percent in Logan. But food isn’t taxed at all in Nebraska, about 25 miles to the north.
Good article. It isn’t all the farmers fault, nor the grocers fault for the high prices. I confess to protesting higher taxes, and hate grocery taxes as burdensome taxes on the poor and very low income folks, yet I do not take advantage of my local grocer giving specific day discounts which would eliminate the local taxes that drive those prices up.
My bad, I know. I think it has something to do with macho. I refuse to think I’m in a particular strata of society and feel free to afford what I wish. Which makes the world revolve, yes.
From the reaches,