Toots - I know you're hot to find out how the locals found out about the federals. I've got a theory on how this may have happened in my particular case. Not throwing any rocks, but I think the pig farmer who built the filling station across the road from my palatial country hovel may be involved.
Although there were no building restrictions in place to control what was built out here back then, my late husband took extreme and bitter exception to a filling station across the road. He may have made mention of this around the area. I told him he was lucky it was a filling station instead of a pig farm, and if he liked he could build a filling station or a pig farm of his own in front of the house, nobody cared including me, and wasn't the freedom of living in the country great. He became even more surly and disagreeable, which just proves he wasn't looking on the bright side. The upshot of all this was that strained relations developed with the pig farmer/filling station owner, and I guess he lay in wait for a chance to drive a peg.
The filling station flourished, traffic picked up, and as years went by customers over there started to wave at me when I was down at the mailbox. Some time later a fireworks stand in a trailer was added next door to the station by a different developer. Now we're talking commercial development. But I digress and I'm so sorry.
At this point I heard from the federals and started the cookie/candy factory, but it was inside my house and I didn't put up a sign. Nevertheless, it was obvious something was going on when the ladies arrived every weekday at the same time and parked in the yard.
I believe the ladies chatted up their friends around the neighborhood and detailed knowledge of the business got back to the pig farmer, who is no dummy about how things work. I suspect he reported me at the coffee shop to some of his buddies on the local level, who took action and reported me at the coffee shop to their buddies on the state level.
If you are from the city, Avitoots, you may not understand about the coffee shop. Allow me to explain. If the town is small enough (this one is), all the business that matters takes place at the coffee shop. All the news is passed around at the coffee shop (the real news will not be in the newspaper, which is dedicated to wedding announcements, sales, and obituaries).
If you are out of the loop with the coffee shop crowd, you don't know squat. That is what makes me certain this information was passed on there. I don't think for a minute that somebody's computer hooked up with somebody else's computer to bring the state and local authorities into the tax frenzy. This boils down dry to a personal conspiracy against me which I apparently inherited and don't deserve, and which has come to fruition after all these years because I started making candy. Will this never end? No.
When you say in your post that my experience is unbelievable, I hope you're not casting aspersions on the truth of my posts. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt (you're welcome) and accept your comment as a common expression of surprise rather than a criticism of my veracity.
I notice that Deacon and Wales are hoping this thread will shut down, and I have many times shared that hope. In fact, I have skipped huge sections of it because it wasn't fun, so I'm not as worn out as someone would be who dedicated themselves to a close scrutiny of every post. I wish to point out that the truly exhausted can always ignore the thread and if sufficiently ignored it will drift down the page and sink to oblivion. However, as long as some of us are still trying to solve the weighty problems associated with the EIN number, we few can continue to try to resolve the issues unless the Forum (note the capital) pulls the plug.
Avitoots, it is my fervent desire that you now understand how the locals and states found out about the feds in my case. Of course, I'm sure there are other ways but I'm just reporting on my personal experiences. That's all we can really do, isn't it?
My best, and please report anything you know for sure, or suspect.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/29/2012 04:59PM by MDavisnowell.
Although there were no building restrictions in place to control what was built out here back then, my late husband took extreme and bitter exception to a filling station across the road. He may have made mention of this around the area. I told him he was lucky it was a filling station instead of a pig farm, and if he liked he could build a filling station or a pig farm of his own in front of the house, nobody cared including me, and wasn't the freedom of living in the country great. He became even more surly and disagreeable, which just proves he wasn't looking on the bright side. The upshot of all this was that strained relations developed with the pig farmer/filling station owner, and I guess he lay in wait for a chance to drive a peg.
The filling station flourished, traffic picked up, and as years went by customers over there started to wave at me when I was down at the mailbox. Some time later a fireworks stand in a trailer was added next door to the station by a different developer. Now we're talking commercial development. But I digress and I'm so sorry.
At this point I heard from the federals and started the cookie/candy factory, but it was inside my house and I didn't put up a sign. Nevertheless, it was obvious something was going on when the ladies arrived every weekday at the same time and parked in the yard.
I believe the ladies chatted up their friends around the neighborhood and detailed knowledge of the business got back to the pig farmer, who is no dummy about how things work. I suspect he reported me at the coffee shop to some of his buddies on the local level, who took action and reported me at the coffee shop to their buddies on the state level.
If you are from the city, Avitoots, you may not understand about the coffee shop. Allow me to explain. If the town is small enough (this one is), all the business that matters takes place at the coffee shop. All the news is passed around at the coffee shop (the real news will not be in the newspaper, which is dedicated to wedding announcements, sales, and obituaries).
If you are out of the loop with the coffee shop crowd, you don't know squat. That is what makes me certain this information was passed on there. I don't think for a minute that somebody's computer hooked up with somebody else's computer to bring the state and local authorities into the tax frenzy. This boils down dry to a personal conspiracy against me which I apparently inherited and don't deserve, and which has come to fruition after all these years because I started making candy. Will this never end? No.
When you say in your post that my experience is unbelievable, I hope you're not casting aspersions on the truth of my posts. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt (you're welcome) and accept your comment as a common expression of surprise rather than a criticism of my veracity.
I notice that Deacon and Wales are hoping this thread will shut down, and I have many times shared that hope. In fact, I have skipped huge sections of it because it wasn't fun, so I'm not as worn out as someone would be who dedicated themselves to a close scrutiny of every post. I wish to point out that the truly exhausted can always ignore the thread and if sufficiently ignored it will drift down the page and sink to oblivion. However, as long as some of us are still trying to solve the weighty problems associated with the EIN number, we few can continue to try to resolve the issues unless the Forum (note the capital) pulls the plug.
Avitoots, it is my fervent desire that you now understand how the locals and states found out about the feds in my case. Of course, I'm sure there are other ways but I'm just reporting on my personal experiences. That's all we can really do, isn't it?
My best, and please report anything you know for sure, or suspect.
Mary Davis Nowell. Based close to Fort Worth. Shopping Interstate 20 east and west, Interstate 35 north and south.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/29/2012 04:59PM by MDavisnowell.
