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When someone dies, there are taxes to be paid. The estate pays taxes and individuals who receive assets from the estate pay taxes too. There are ways to “minimize” taxes and the current bunch running things in Washington would like to eliminate what they call “death” taxes.

Actually, from where I sit, taxes are not an evil thing. I try to look at the other side of the equation; what I receive for what I pay. The closer I get to my home, in terms of governments, the better deal I get.

My county taxes provide fire and police protection, environmental management, trash disposal, and excellent schools. I don’t mind paying my county taxes at all. In my state, the state revenue comes mostly from our version of the V.A.T., the state sales tax. I’m a little less happy with how my state government spends money. They seem to waste a lot more of my tax money than the county does.

Don’t get me started about my federal income taxes and how they are spent. Geesh.

Then, along come this new “run the country like a business” and “cut taxes, downsize government” crowd. These guys really piss me off. They get their money from folks who make their money through their investments and pay a much much much smaller share of their earnings in taxes than working people do.

Of course, they’re not doing much cutting of federal taxes here in the U.S. Instead, they’re spending money that they don’t have and putting our great great great great grandchildren in debt. They’re spending on big defense projects that put a lot of money back in the pockets of the rich folks investment club. Meanwhile, the services to working people; the folks who get most of their money from their paychecks are being eliminated.

Don’t even start on health care. They used to fool us by pointing to long wait times for medical services in countries with single-payer government-run health systems. Now, with “managed” care, it’s not a bit different. What is different in the US is that a large number of hard working Americans don’t have any health coverage.

We spend way too much of our national health care budget on paying for useless insurance infrastructure, not to mention the obscene profits being made by the “investors” in the scheme who make more money by not providing services to insured sick people.

It’s disgusting.

Recently, a neighbor asked about the wisdom of cutting a tree that was leaning against what she thought might be a power line.  Here’s my response:   

It’s never a good idea to touch anything resting on a power line.  If the line is charged, there’s a good chance that you could be badly shocked.    Even if the line is dead or a low voltage line, it’s under a lot of tension and has  a lot of potential energy stored up. Think “spring’.After Hurricane Kate, a group of neighbors decided to cut the 10 inch oak tree that had fallen on the phone line at the top of “Incredibly Steep Hill.  The phone line hadn’t snapped but was under a lot of tension.  Six or 8 of us got on the tree; half on one side of the phone line and half on the other. One brave soul started up his chain saw and said, “Get ready y’all” as he moved toward the tree. He got about  7/8′s of the way through the tree before there was a loud cracking sound and the tree started reacting to the energy of the string.  It flew up in the air taking the chain saw and the guy holding on to it, up and over,  into a sort of summersault.  Somehow the chain saw managed to land without cutting off anybody’s foot.  The rest of us were tossed to either side of the tree. The guy who did the flip landed pretty hard.  I can’t remember if he passed out but I do remember that he was acting weird enough that he agreed to go to the ER.  So no, don’t go all do-it-yourself on overhead utilities.  If it’s a power line, or if you’re not sure, call the power company.  If it’s telephone or cable TV, call those folks.  Of course, if it’s sparking and you’re worried about the woods catching on fire, call 911.  Image source:  Wikimedia commons.      

I’ve checked into most of the social networking sites over the years and am active to varying degrees in different ones. One that I especially enjoy is RateBeer.com. It’s a site where members rate and discuss beers, breweries, places that serve beer and places that sell beer. It’s a wonderful site. Here’s my most recent post, on what happens to be my favorite beer.

Cantillon Gueuze 100% Lambic Bio

This is absolutely my favorite beer on the planet. It comes from a tiny museum/brewery in Brussels Belgium. I find one now and then in my travels. I haven’t been to Europe much lately (that pesky devalued dollar and all) but found this one in April of 2007 in a grocery store in the Yokohama Japan train station. That little bottle had quite a ride until it got to my belly in a home on a dirt road in North Florida.

This is an incredibly well balanced guezue with palate that is quite dry but not offensively so. Smell is so subjective. Either you love or it reminds you of a sheep pen. I love but then I kind of like the smells of a barnyard so take that at what it’s worth. It poured a beautiful amber with a very tiny and quickly evaporating head. It’s an amazing beer.

I was a little worried about how this bottle had fared on it’s long journey. Fear not, pilgrim. It was just as tasty as it was when I drank a bottle in Antwerp a few years ago that had had a much shorter trip.

This bottle came with the makenpis statue on the label and a Japanese label (with barcode) pasted on the back. If you have a chance to try this beer, you owe it to yourself, even if you don’t think you like lambic’s.

When you die, your body systems stop but the mail continues. The first time I opened my friends mailbox, it was jammed and I seriously considered sending the post office a “died – left no forwarding address” notice. As nice as that would be, you really can’t do that because there are bills that have to be paid, accounts that have to be closed and tax matters to attend to.

Catalogs and fund raising appeals were the bulk of the mail. At first, I just put them into the recycling bin but then a new hero emerged. A friend said that he’d like to take a run at getting the junk stopped. He started calling the catalog merchants and fund raisers to tell them that my friend had died and would they please save a tree and stop sending their stuff. It took several months but eventually the torrent of junk turned into a trickle.

Bills were another issue. In U.S. folk history, there’s a persistent story of a bible salesman who shows up at the widow/widower’s house a day or two after the death with an expensive bible saying that the deceased had ordered it several months before as a gift and that the salesman was there to deliver it. Of course, the story goes, the grieving widow/widower would pay for the bible even if money was short.

We had our own version of the bible salesman. Most of the bills were what you’d expect; utilities, insurance, credit cards, etc. One was from a small private hospital in a city far from where my friend lived. They were convinced that she had been a patient there several months before and owed a considerable sum of money. We checked pretty throughly and didn’t find any indication that my friend had been out of town during that time. We wrote the hospital asking for more information. They didn’t respond except to continue to send the statements.

We finally decided that it was either an error or that the hospital had a habit of sending bills to the dead for imaginary services.

When a person dies, the estate has several duties including doing an accounting of the assets and liabilities of the deceased. My friend, a single person with no children, was financially better off than some people. She had a lot of accounts in a lot of different institutions. While her notebook gave details on most of her accounts, there were surprises. One day, one of those “privacy policy disclosure letters came from an out-of-state bank that I had never seen a reference or a statement. We wrote the bank and found an account that we had no idea existed.

The most difficult letters were those from friends. They typically started out, “Dear _____, We’ve been trying to call you but your phone is out-of-service, and we’re worried. Please let us know you’re OK.” . At Christmas time, there were cards from friends who hadn’t been notified.

My friend died in the summer (2007). It’s now March and mail, although less of it, is still coming in. Just last week, a late year end tax statement arrived. The estate is almost closed and I haven’t decided what to do about the mail. Telling the post office to stop delivering it somehow makes my friend’s passing seem final.

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