‘A crunch. A rip. Pain spread like a stain’: my lifetime of back trouble | Maggie O’Farrell | News | Roof Sheet Curving Machine

National Audio Company will soon begin manufacturing its own cassette tape to be used in audiocassettes. The company’s supply of tape was finally drying up, more than five decades after the cassette tape was first invented. Nathan Papes/News-Leader

Finally it nose dived into a washout, knocking the twelve gauge out of position and died of natural causes. J.T. followed the tracks and found it face down up against the bank. Sam was in the back where he belonged, but breathin’ heavy.

Commenter: ImataxslaveI’m simply shocked at the number of older or returning students that are complaining about simple contract law. Some are even attorneys. Simply shameful. You signed a contract, you chose to return to college, it’s your responsibility, period. I agree that there should be a review of predatory lending to teenagers, perhaps raise the requirement to enter such a contract to 21. I’m not completely heartless though, there’s good news, the baby boomers will eventually have to retire. It’s all cyclical, in the 80′s physicist were pumping gas for minimum wage. $2.90/hr if I recall. The baby boomers’ retirement demand on SSI and medicare will expose the 60 trillion elephant in the room and hyperinflation will erase the magnitude of your obligations. Just hang in there and let’s hope when this happens,the many careless offenders in this comment section will not repeat their mistakes. And no, I’m not Republican. I’m centrist and advocate responsible living.

“Humm,” I said, “You might could take advantage of that. If he’s not breedin’ your cows, maybe Fred could make a little off him when he’s ‘On the Road’ so to speak.”

News 3 has examined both sides of the never-ending battle several times over the years as the technologies have changed.

Commenter: Brian HeberleyIt’s really not that hard. There is only one rule to follow: -Don’t buy something unless you can pay for it. This includes getting an education. Some of these stories are very tragic and I feel sorry for them, but I can’t believe that these stories shown above are the norm. If you borrowed tens of thousands of dollars to get a degree in art history, english, business, or some other relatively useless degree with no real possibility of earning enough to pay it back than you deserve everything coming to you. Perhaps if people actually worked at college to get a useful degree like engineering, physics, chemistry, etc. they would possess the rudimentary math skills required to understand interest, income, and expenses.

Commenter: LynnI graduated with a Master’s degree in 1996. Unfortunately, I was not able to secure a position with enough income to make payments on my student loan. Unemployment for myself, my husband,and two children to feed left us with no money to pay some necessities, much less payments on the loans. Of course, I couldn’t get any relief from the student loans…no way to discharge them in bankruptcy. Twelve years later, I am finally in a position to try and reduce this debt. The principal has increased from approx. $46,000 to more than $96,000. I initially began making payments equal to 15% of my income. This decreased the principal by about $3.00 per month. However, it did not leave me enough to maintain myself. I have renegotiated my payment with the Department of Education, now paying approx. one-third of the original 15% payment. I haven’t gotten the paperwork yet to determine how much, if any, of my payment will be put toward the principal which is now $96,000 plus. As a side note, I am 56 years old and will probably not work long enough to retire this debt. Since it cannot be discharged, I will never own a home or be able to get credit for any major purchases. The loan payment amount is renegotiated regularly, and any increase in my income will mean an increase in my payments on the student loan. There is no end in sight,and no future for anything but debt.

Latin Jazz Big Band Night featuring: The Bronx Conexión – Nuyorican Poet’s Café December 12, 2017 – New York

The object of John’s attention stood quietly in the chute. She was a crossbred heifer, carefully selected for those quality criteria; four legs and a pulse. Although she weighed over 800 lbs, she wasn’t much taller than a bathroom sink and wide as a mobile home! Being nine months pregnant made you want to paint “GOODYEAR” on her side!

Let’s put in good word for the feedlot cowboy. That group of fellers that meet every mornin’ early at the horse barn, saddle up, get their instructions and ride off down the alley. These boys and ladies come from everywhere. Most are fair to middlin’ horsemen with some sort of rural background. A few have come in from the outside, doin’ ranch work. These particular buckaroos and brush poppers often have trouble adapting to a world of crowded pens, clangin’ gates and speedin’ feed trucks. They’re used to a little slower pace and the madhouse routine of pen checkin’, processin’, doctorin’, sortin’ and shippin’ leaves ‘em a little bamfoozled. Some of ‘em catch on and other’s just float around the yard hopin’a heifer will calve or a steer will get out on the road.

For the record, until Jeff helped me fix it, my Norton tank half appeared to have been backed over by a dump truck. His hands moved surely, erasing my errors. I found myself wishing my fingers to work like his, suddenly willing to put years into getting them there. And while I was never much of a painter, that doesn’t make a master’s work any less obvious. Or the timeless elegance of his tools.

“Thanks,” said Dale, “But we had a heckuva scare buildin’ it. See that post…” I noted a stout post at the end of the driveway. The harrowing tale unfolded.