At my boarding house, you’re a young one when the lady next door says she is 98 years old and her sister down the hall is 102. You’re a youngster, if only in your early 90s. The three 80-year-olds who dine with me haven’t said much about me being a decade older. After all, as they say, age is relative. And sure enough, I’m the oldest relative in my family.
All three of my daughters now draw Social Security checks. But we have speculated about how much the monthly check will increase when Uncle Sam adds something for inflation.
Our President told us we had “zero inflation“ last month. Betcha he thinks he can get re-elected with that teleprompter giggle-line. But he also should know he may lose votes if some Social Security recipients don’t get an inflationary increase. I’m old. I vote. And I don’t think we’ve got zero inflation.
We’ve come a long way from that 1930s year when this World War Two teenager, a part-time employee, had to to sign up for a Social Security number. Back then you could buy an RC Cola and a moon pie for a dime and a few pennies. Back when inflation might have been just a degree, or two, above “zero”.
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