That’s when I think of the times back in the 1940s when I was a freeloader. On many a cold, rainy day, a big, old, yellow, taxpayer-funded school bus would stop in front of our house and open its door.
Four or five neighborhood kids, my sister and I among them, would climb aboard. None of us were taxpayers. Not one.
Fifteen years after my graduation, I watched a big, new, yellow, taxpayer-funded school bus pick up my freeloading kids in front of my house. My freeloader status had reversed.
I was earning a decent wage and was paying the highest payroll tax rates in our nation’s history. I didn’t mind at all; I knew it was my time to pay.
Our children are our Republic’s future. We should invest in their future as someone did for us.
Alan C. Hayes
Gadsden
