Three things that are certain: death, taxes…and more taxes
I was filling out my taxes today, using one of those computer programs that shows you your refund in the corner as you answer a bunch of questions. After filling out the Federal portion, I forged ahead and slew the state dragon as well. It was actually going very well until I got to one question.
Until this one question, my estimated state refund was a beautiful $3,009. Thoughts danced in my head of all the things I could do with a refund check of that size. I could pay off a credit card, get a new computer, take a vacation to some exotic island, or even head over to Scores West for some entertainment and a police record.
“Did you live in New York City during 2006?” it asked. I clicked the “Yes” button. The estimated refund didn’t change. Woo-hoo! The program then asked if I was a full-year resident or a part-year resident. I clicked on full-year. I looked at the estimated refund. “$181″.
I swear I think I heard the tax software chuckling softly to itself.





Even if you love to cook, have a great kitchen, and a state-of-the-art dishwasher, there are times that you just don’t want to deal with it. In this city, those times call for take-out. You gotta figure even Mario Batali orders take-out once in a while.


