Yesterday I made my annual visit to have our taxes done by an old friend. I suppose I could do my own taxes, but Kenny has done them for years and I like continuity in my life. He is a rare bird, a professional tax-guy unaffiliated with any of the major tax-outfits. His office is in the small town where I grew up, making my tax-day a sentimental journey.
I do not like getting income tax refunds because I am a hardheaded old coot who does not like giving interest-free-loans to the government; I would rather under-pay my taxes during the year than over-pay. I will be sending a sizeable check to the Feds, but out of principal, I will wait until it is a little closer to the deadline.