The Tax Bite
Tuesday was the day of the big blow. No, it wasn’t windy. It was the day the tax bills hit the fan.
The resultant moans have ranged from low and plaintive, tapering off into controlled disgust, to massive indignation, accompanied by a fierce resolve to do something about it.
Property owners were warned their tax bills would be raised but the blow, as always, caught them unprepared.
A woman who lives in a rundown industrial section in southeast L.A. was dismayed to find her taxes had been increased from $100 to $190, give or take a dollar. She said sadly, “We simply won’t eat for two weeks. I mean it.”
Hong Kong — In this bedlam of political intrigue, British pomposity, sly international trade, glamour and abject poverty, I’ve learned a very disturbing thing about myself.
Photograph by Larry Harnisch / Los Angeles Times
They had planned the murder for months as the vague wish turned into a solid, horrible truth. They played out each variation in the script again and again until every detail was polished and perfect. They thought of everything. One was the brains behind the killing and the other was the willing, gullible stooge. Neither could have done it
In case you’re too young to understand Matt Weinstock’s reference, Crest toothpaste had a famous – and frequently satirized – ad campaign in the 1950s.
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