«Oh, bloody hell!» says I, as I jam another receipt into the overflowing heap of little crumpled papers. «I’ll sort this out later.» Later meaning, at tax time… the time of year that I loathe! But somehow, my accountant, Dave Simms, is able to make sense of all of my categorizations, frantic last minute emails of things I may have overlooked, and even breezed me through an inquiry that could have led to an audit a couple of years ago. He might be a trek for me, but he’s jovial(like Santa), stern, and straight forward! Plus I can ask all of the questions I want, get a bit of a tax education out of it, and I don’t need to stress once my information is in his capable hands!