I was looking at this while getting ready for work today.
I had finished my workout and was reading about it bit at a time while doing some other tasks.?ÿ
First I saw that a guy had filed a lawsuit against his landlord cause she had asked him to pay her rent.?ÿ
The guy is 22 and was upset that the demand caused him stress and made him feel sad.?ÿ
The article didn't say what the renter did but his claim to fame is that he's an Antifa activist in Oregon.?ÿ
He posted his sad feelings on the interweb and got an "outpouring of sympathy" from the online crowd.?ÿ
Seems the landlord tracked down that he got a stimulus check then asked if he will use it to pay rent so he felt violated.?ÿ
What he didn't mention was that the landlord is his grandmother.
And she prepares his taxes.
He says "he does not associate with her outside of their tenant-landlord relationship".
Lucky grandma.?ÿ
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My dad ran a golf course in the summers when he wasn't teaching at the HS. I could play in the evenings but only after I mowed holes 1 and 2, a par 4 and par 5. The mower was attached to a tractor, so you drove the tractor and pulled levers for the mower behind you. Dad grew up on a ranch in the depression, kids worked very young, so I'm driving this tractor and mowing, the first summer doing it was when I was seven.?ÿ
My youngest brother who was 10 years younger than me started up and began to drive the family station wagon when he was 5, he only drove forward into the garage door. A couple of years later at a family get-together my grandmother's sister took him driving around the small town where the party was, she figured he was seven and it was time to learn to drive. My mother was not happy, dad was trying not to laugh.?ÿ
When I was growing up; you learned how to drive as soon as your legs were long enough to reach the peddles...
It was usually on a tractor.
Dad grew up on the homestead, rode a horse to school, learned to drive who knows when, mom was a "city" girl and was less inclined to allow the rougher edges in the boys to be displayed. For her it was often a losing battle, me being the oldest boy got the brunt of the "workload" mowing the yard, shoveling snow all while the younger boys did what they wanted. On the flip side I got the fun stuff too, hunting, fishing, working with dad on the old cars we never finished (should have kept hold of the 37 Buick) all allowed way sooner than the younger ones.
Driving at 7, hunting at 9-10, fishing whenever you could cast.
