The custom in these parts is to mail the Summer taxes the week of July 4th.
I'll be going up in a few hours to pay them, and was reminded of a short story, you can replace the President with your favorite Representative.
While suturing a laceration on the hand of a 70-year-old Texas rancher (whose hand had caught in a gate while working cattle), a doctor and the old man were talking about the President being in the White House.
The old Texan said, "Well, ya know, the President is a 'post turtle'."
Not knowing what the old man meant, the doctor asked him what a post turtle was.
The old man said, "When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle."
The old man saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain, "You know he didn't get there by himself, he doesn't belong there, he doesn't know what to do while he's up there, and you just want to help the poor stupid guy get down."
I know I'll be poorer in a few hours, but wiser?