Yesterday was momentous for my wife and me for two reasons, one happy and one not happy. The not happy was the annual junket to see our accountant, Dodger Errarsmythe, CPA. Dodger is delightful to chat with and the majority of our time in his office is whiled away in jolly conversation. Then he lowers the economic boom. “Let’s see,” - a button is pushed on his keyboard - “You owe New York State $115.48 and you owe the IRS $9.8 million. You gotta pay this on or before the 15th or the FBI will surround your house with guns drawn and start grabbing your antiques, then they’ll come for your bespoke suits”. To this I say, “What in blue blazes do the Feds want with my clothes, Dodger?” and “Gosh, always great to see you!” Then Leesa and I head for the nearest watering hole to recover. Yesterday’s happy event was as follows.
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