A little annoyed I say, “MC, I don’t do that it’s not fair for me to not pay taxes just because I can afford to give a large donation to my Congressman for his reelection campaign. When a teacher who barely makes ends meet get stuck with more taxes, and half of the politicians are talking about taking away Social Security so the richest people don’t have to pay taxes.”
MC asks, “You mean you don’t try for being tax exempt. It’s no wonder; a lot of the 1% doesn’t like you.”
Smiling I say, “I can deal with the 1% not liking me.”
I decided to change the topic before we get into some deep discussion. Not many people want to hear my views on the subject. Someone told me, “Personally if it looks like that will occur, I will sell every stock, and cash every bond, close every bank account and buy gold, silver, firearms and land. Build a fallout shelter and stock it with enough food to last two years, with seeds to plant after that. It would only be a matter of a few months before the end of the country as we know it today.”
I can’t do that. I’ll stay here and help whoever I could. Besides that I have a feeling the ones building the fallout shelters, when they couldn’t get in would make it impossible for those inside to ever leave. You have to remember they are outside with the concrete trucks, and mad enough to turn your fallout shelter into your tomb.
Only fools don’t learn from history. When a large part of the population becomes so poor that they are in starvation a revolution has occurred. Never goes well for the idiots that caused it. I just hope they realize how bad it will be before they really cause that.
With a smile I say, “Now that my friends have enough money to spend, you guys want to go shopping?”
My friends other than maybe MC have no idea how to get money out of their account takes a few minutes to help Marshall with his. He has an account set up in the local bank and he can move money into it easily enough. Misty and Joan don’t have a bank account we will have to set one up for them. MC moves fifty thousand dollars into her account grins same, “That’s the most my account has seen in it ever.”
Marshall tells me, “JJ, after three days I’m now wealthier than my father is, he has been trading since the 90s.”
I chuckle and tell Marshall, “True wealth has nothing to do with money. You and Misty are wealthy because the love you share. Now you have enough money that you’ll not have to worry about monetary needs very soon.”
Marshall chuckles and says, “It’s funny, love is the one thing you give away and get more because you gave it.”
Misty comes into Marshall’s arms smiling she says, “I love you Marshall.” She kisses him passionately.
Kathryn slides into my arms watching our two friends, has made her very happy.
Joan has gone downstairs she’s telling her mother how well she did today. Only a few seconds we can hear an excited Alyssa as she runs up the stairs several sets of footsteps follow. I point to the computer showing Joan’s account. Alyssa sits in the chair and begins looking over the account page. It shows the total assets at the bottom. I thought Alyssa would have a heart attack from the look on her face. She goes through every human emotion possible in a few seconds as she looks at Joan’s account.
Alyssa finally looks at me, “JJ how much money are you going to help Joan make?”
I tell Alyssa honestly, “I have not figured it out yet. Once they have around fifty or sixty million, I know they can retire after the taxes still draw in enough in dividends to make a million a year after taxes.
Joan tells her mother, “With you getting divorced, if it was you Dad would take half of it. This way JJ can give us as much money as he wants. You know you would never want for anything as long as JJ or I can pay for it.
I say, “It may look like I’m just giving it to her, but I’m showing Joan exactly how to make it. At one point after we are far enough along, Joan is going to help make decisions on which stock or commodity to buy. We did really well today, a few more days like today and Joan will be to the point where she can retire or continue on with the class if she wants. Joan is right about two things you’ll never want for anything, and your divorce. All Edward has to do is withdraw the paperwork and resubmit it to get half anything that you would make in a class like this.”
Alyssa asks, “After my divorce is final, you’ll teach me to do this as well?”
Kathryn says, “If you teach me how to make that meatloaf, I’ll teach you how to trade stocks.”
Alyssa hugs Kathryn and says, “I would be happy to teach you how to make that meatloaf, it’s easier than you would think.”
With a giggle Kathryn says, “So is the stock market, when you know the secret to it.”
With a chuckle I say, “Today we’re going shopping, tomorrow, we need open account for Joan so she can use her money. I’ll show her how to do this by using a trust fund, that way it’s less in taxes and has other legal benefits. The trust fund can actually buy property, like a car or home that you can use.”
Joan asked, “The trust fund can buy a car even though I can’t drive?”
I inform Joan, “You’re over fourteen in this state you can get a farm license and you can drive to and from markets and the farm. I was driving shortly after I got here. My trust also purchased a car for Mom to drive.”
Joan looks at her mother and before she can even ask Alyssa response, “Only if JJ teaches you to drive too. I’ll be too scared and I don’t know the roads around here.”
Kathryn says, “He can teach us to drive at the same time Joan.”
Joan giggles, “Only thing that I need now is a vehicle to drive.”
I think about it before I say, “I got the perfect one for the two of you to learn to drive in.”
Kathryn giggles, “You mean your old truck.”
With a smile I say, “Yes, you can’t hurt it much. If you hit anything, I can get it fixed.”
Kathryn says, “You have not fixed that beat up truck of the last dent it got.”
With a chuckle I say, “I was not talking about the truck getting fixed.”
Alyssa giggles, “I think you’re right JJ that is the perfect thing for them to learn on.”
An excited Sam says, “Let’s go shopping.”
Mom has her by the hand she’s dressed nicely and one of Kathryn’s old outfits that barely stays on Sam. It’s a little large for her, the pants legs been rolled up and belt pulled tightly around Sam’s waist. Kathryn shakes her head before she says, “You sure need to go shopping today. I got to find you all new outfits that are just for Sam.”
Sam has a bright smile as she says, “I like shopping.”
We all pile into vehicles four in all, almost the entire family goes even Sam’s grandpa Michael, and the Coach normally would not go on shopping trips for anything. Kathryn’s older brothers don’t come along, they left to go their fiancés families to spend some time during the summer with them. Michael Junior will be graduating next spring and they will have a wedding in June of next year. Mark is waiting to his graduation for his wedding. Eddie is off with his girlfriend trying to spend as much time together as they can, before he’s off to college this fall.
Marshall and Misty arrived with MC who was riding with them. Mom, Alyssa, Joan and Grandma pull in next to them. Now everyone here together we began to walk into the mall. Sam loves riding on my shoulders with one hand on Sam’s knee, and her arms wrapped around my head. My free hand is held by Kathryn as we walk into the mall. Our first stop not like normal is a children’s apparel shop.
Sam reluctantly leaves my shoulders after Kathryn is picked out several outfits that Sam has to go try on. Sam insists on showing me each one after they have her dressed in her new outfit. The grandma’s bring in clothing for Sam to try on too. Sam models for the best of an hour there. Sam’s not very picky about her clothing she seems to like everything Kathryn and her grandma’s bring for her to try on.
Sam does make one request. She would like a dress like Kathryn’s. Fortunately for us is a mother daughter shop in the mall. Kathryn and Sam get a few dresses that match. Mom and Helen get a couple that also matches Sam’s. When we leave the shop and Kathryn and Sam have dressed in matching outfits.
We go through the mall stopping at various stores and of course we made our last stop Victoria’s Secret, Sam, Marshall and the Coach set with me outside as the women shop. A growling stomach gets my attention then that Sam is hungry. I ask Sam, “You getting a little hungry Sam?”
Sam with a giggle says, “Daddy, look cookies. Can I have one Daddy?”
I hadn’t really noticed before but there was one of those stores that bake and sell cookies two stores down and across the mall from where we set. The smell of cookies saturated the air in the mall. I think it is a cruel thing to do to the father of a four-year-old. I make an executive daddy decision. I’ll get the cookies for Sam, but only let her have one to hold her over to dinner. Because I didn’t answer immediately Sam begins to get this puppy dog face, her lower lip turns down in a pout, with the big sad brown eyes she is just so cute.
As I get up with Sam, Grandpa Michael chuckles, “I can use a snack too.” Marshall guards the bags on our benches.
Before I get to the cookies shop I asked Sam, “Sam what is your favorite cookie?”
Sam replies, “Chocolate chip, they’re yummy.”
At the counter I order a dozen chocolate chip cookies, of course they’re not the normal size of cookies. Kathryn loves oatmeal cookies, so I order dozen of those as well. I get milks for all of us. The Coach gets a peanut butter cookie for himself he says, “One will be fine I’m the only one in the family that likes them.”
Sam sees Marshall glancing over at us and says, “Daddy we should get cookies for Uncle Marshall too.”
Setting Sam back down on the ground I say, “Okay Sam but I don’t know what kind. Would you go over and ask Uncle Marshall what kind for him and Misty?”
Sam skips over to her Uncle Marshall and asked loudly, “Uncle Marshall what kind of cookie you want, and for Aunt Misty too?”
Marshall thinks for second and says, “Walnut raisin for me, and chocolate, chocolate chip for Misty.” Sam skips back to me, and relays the message and I order two more dozen cookies in those flavors.
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