Monday, February 18, 2013
Last week, I met with my accountant. Yes, it was income tax day.
The money is secondary. President Obama owes me a few dollars. I owe Governor Corbett some money. It's not a lot, maybe enough to fill a couple potholes along Interstate 81.
If it's not the money, what is it? It's the peace of mind.
I used to pride myself on doing my own taxes, but things have grown complicated over the years. I lucked on to a really good accountant several years ago, and I've been very happy. He subscribes to my one and only rule tax rule, one I stole from Tony Kornheiser: "Keep me out of jail."
We talk. He asks questions and punches numbers into a computer. He goes over all my paperwork. I ask questions. An hour later, we're done and I have another year of freedom.
AT 12:00 AM