Taxman

Each year about this time, we face reality squarely when we meet the tax man.

As the Beatles sung in “Taxman,” “should five percent appear too small, be thankful I don’t take it all, ‘cause I’m the taxman.”
As we stare across the desk at the poor tax preparers, glasses perched precariously on their noses, numbers running on their eyeballs, they ask for our deductions, “and did you make any charitable contributions?” We try to make light as we respond, “you mean beside my kids?”

Pinocchio is in the house when you are preparing your taxes.
This year we get three extra days to add and subtract to get to the bottom line, 72 A or 76, depending on whether you write the check or get a check. Good luck!

Benjamin Franklin said “but in the world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.”
I am sure Ben inspired the Beatles to end their “Taxman” song with the words, “now my advice for those who die, declare the pennies on your eyes.” ‘Cause the taxman cometh!