When there’s just no accounting for taxes

CHAPEL HILL–Springtime is also tax time, and this is just plain cruel. Flowers and budding life on the one hand; 1040s and abject terror on the other. 
But I’d like to share a cautionary tale that may help you feel better about your situation, whatever it is. Because there was a time in my life — one dark and terrible year — when I spent much of the tax season curled into a trembling fetal ball, breathing very quickly, and fending off stark madness.

All because of Linus the Lunatic Tax Guy. Read the rest of this entry »