5:51PM, April 14, 2009

Dad would not be happy. I’m done with my taxes with over 30 hours to go.

I remember as a child, riding with my father to the post office at Sea-Tac Airport to post his tax return, arriving at 11:55PM on April 15th. It was a sacred tradition with him. Put it off until the last minute possible.

But, when I was Dad's little boy, we lived close to a post office that accepted mail up to midnight on the 15th . That isn’t a luxury I have in Hood River. So, I may not have met the letter of his tradition, but I did meet the meaning. Never do today what you can possibly put off until tomorrow.

I can’t put it off until tomorrow.