Truth in what’s happening since I moved to FL
Compared to this time last year I paid $20 less in gas for this trip than I did last year. Extrapolating this a little, I use about 600 gallons of gas a year. If prices continue to stabilize or come down, Those 600 gallons at this price will cost me $450 less than last year. Now that $450 in savings are not taxed. To put $450 in my pocket I have to make $585 dollars. (Income tax plus social security tax). Not a bad pay raise for one item in my budget.
Update 1 - today I paid $2.65 a gallon for milk. Two years ago that gallon cost me $4.50. Yes I have the results. That one item means I can save another $104 per year.
Update 2 - My auto insurance I just renewed with another company (not available to me last December) for $582 dollars less than I paid last year.
Update 3 - Did I mention the price of eggs?
So now I have four items in my budget now costing me less, saving me more than $1200 per year. That translates to more than $1500 of income needed. That means I now have $1200 in my pocket to dispose of how I want.
Every day things are looking better. Keep it coming.
I will have less of a presence on The Torrid Tribe Community. We have very little activity here. This is a sign to me that members have found other social media resources that they are spending more time in. I am happy to see less censorship on social media in general. I started The Torrid Tribe 4 years ago when we were in a state of censorship and lockdowns. It was a difficult time and this was a haven and sanctuary for so many.
I will be lightly posting things here to give you all content to see. This community will always be open to everyone and will resurrect to its full capacity if subscribers show they want it fully operational again with full time administration.
Thank you for being a part of this community. Sending each of you hugs.
K-
Creator of The Torrid Tribe
Passion is the vibe that I want to bring to this community. I want to enjoy your passion for whatever it is you are into. Let's share what we learn - and learn what each other shares. Foodies unite. I love to cook and share recipes. I will regularly post pictures and recipes are available upon request. I would enjoy discussing your past, present and future journeys. Nature is God and Mother Earth's exquisite gift to us. Share a picture and we will enjoy the beauty through your eyes. Let's get deep and consensual with great subjective matter. This is a non judgemental safe place to let everything hang out.
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Torri
On Christmas Eve, 1975, Dan Fogelberg's mother ran out of whipping cream for her Irish coffee.
It was the smallest errand imaginable. Dan offered to go. He drove through the snow to the Convenient Food Mart on Abington Hill, one of the only stores still open in Peoria, Illinois, on Christmas Eve, walked through the door, turned down the frozen foods aisle, and stopped.
Standing right in front of him was the girl he'd loved in high school.
Dan Fogelberg was born in Peoria in 1951, the youngest of three sons. His father Lawrence was a high school band director, the kind of man who fills a room with music before anyone even notices it's happening. Dan inherited that gift early. He taught himself guitar and piano as a kid, formed his first band at fourteen, and left home for Colorado and California in his early twenties, slowly building the career he'd always been certain was waiting for him.
Before any of that, there was Woodruff High School. And Jill Anderson.
They dated through high school, class of 1969, driving back-country roads ...
