I have a client who lives in the first capital of the state (back when it was a territory).  It's a big enough place that when he got a letter from Social Security addressed to his family and expressing condolences for his death, he could walk to the office and show them he was still breathing.  Then he could walk to the bank, which had frozen his account because Social Security had told them he was dead.  A few months after this happened, he was killed off again, and had to repeat the process.  

You always hear about the people Social Security doesn't know are dead, but you don't always hear about those who have to prove they are still alive. 

The Amazon Prime delivery van just drove by, and on the side it says "I'm electric."  That's not relevant here, I just thought it was interesting. 

The latest report is that IRS might have to cut its staff in half, from 100,000 to 50,000.  Great news for tax cheats, but a slap in the face to those who want to comply but occasionally need a question answered or an account reviewed.  Back in the days of the Salem witch trials, they blamed this governmental derangement on wheat rust.  I think I'm going  gluten-free for a while.