Gary Some years later Trump make a joke about his ‘bone spur,’ not remembering whether it was on his left or right foot. The doctor who discovered this draft-dodging situation [his doctor records could never be found] was renting an office from Trump’s dad and owed him a favor.
Gary Some years later Trump make a joke about his ‘bone spur,’ not remembering whether it was on his left or right foot. The doctor who discovered this draft-dodging situation [his doctor records could never be found] was renting an office from Trump’s dad and owed him a favor.
LOL, Figures. My dad worked for the IRS from 1951 to 1983. He never had enough power to do anyone any favors. He retired at 62 as a GS-3. He had a bachelors in Accounting and was missing 3 fingers on his right hand from a wound in WWII. But, he was never good with people so he never got a promotion.
To pay for college I painted houses during the summer. One day at dinner my dad casually says, "Your name came up on the delinquent accounts report today." I nearly fainted expecting someone to haul me off to jail And that was all he said. He had no other information.
My dad used to make the daily deposits for his office. Back then, everyone in Nebraska sent their returns to the office in Omaha. Many people came into the office and paid their taxes in cash. Anyway, the bank was 3 blocks away and everyday he walked the deposit to the bank. He mentioned that around April 15th the deposits would contain tens of thousands in cash. He was never robbed fortunately.
A couple of days later I received a letter from the IRS asking me to explain why I hadn't filed my quarterly report for the the first 6 months of the year. I called them and explained that I only started working each year in June and that was that.
For an 18 year old "Boy Scout" it was a very scary 3 or 4 days.
Gary Some years later Trump make a joke about his ‘bone spur,’ not remembering whether it was on his left or right foot. The doctor who discovered this draft-dodging situation [his doctor records could never be found] was renting an office from Trump’s dad and owed him a favor.
LOL, Figures. My dad worked for the IRS from 1951 to 1983. He never had enough power to do anyone any favors. He retired at 62 as a GS-3. He had a bachelors in Accounting and was missing 3 fingers on his right hand from a wound in WWII. But, he was never good with people so he never got a promotion.
To pay for college I painted houses during the summer. One day at dinner my dad casually says, "Your name came up on the delinquent accounts report today." I nearly fainted expecting someone to haul me off to jail And that was all he said. He had no other information.
My dad used to make the daily deposits for his office. Back then, everyone in Nebraska sent their returns to the office in Omaha. Many people came into the office and paid their taxes in cash. Anyway, the bank was 3 blocks away and everyday he walked the deposit to the bank. He mentioned that around April 15th the deposits would contain tens of thousands in cash. He was never robbed fortunately.
A couple of days later I received a letter from the IRS asking me to explain why I hadn't filed my quarterly report for the the first 6 months of the year. I called them and explained that I only started working each year in June and that was that.
For an 18 year old "Boy Scout" it was a very scary 3 or 4 days.