Showing posts with label taxes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taxes. Show all posts

Monday, June 20, 2011

Taxes and Decals: Contrasting Bureaucracies

The Ancient Mariner and I went on a field trip to the Prefectural Taxation Office today to pay our annual road tax. In years past we paid our road tax on base like most other Americans here, but the base in its infinite wisdom won't be accepting road taxes until the day after most of the ships, including the USS Blue Ridge, deploy.  One could almost get the impression that the base has forgotten that "serving the fleet" is its primary mission if there weren't so many t-shirts emblazoned with that slogan for sale in the Navy Exchange.

But I'm not going to grouse (much) about the cluelessness of the base schedulers because -- why were surprised? -- paying our taxes at the Prefectural Taxation Office was such a pleasant experience we almost wish we'd be here long enough to have to pay road taxes again.

The tax office is located about eight blocks from the base, a walkable distance but rain was in the offing so we decided to drive.  We didn't have to pay to park in the lot next to the office and there were plenty of empty parking spots from which to choose. 
A sign in the lobby directed us to counter #2. "This is a lot nicer than having three unsmiling sailors snarl you into line." "I agree."

"There's another sign reminding us we want counter #2."
"I can see it from here. It's exactly where the diagram said it would be."
"I like how each counter has a number suspended over it."
"In case we forget which counter we want, there's a line drawn between the words 'road tax' on the floor and counter #2."
"I like how the pretty clerk greeted us with a smile and handed us a laminated sheet that tells us how to complete the five blocks on the tax form."
"Well, that was easy.  Now what?"
"Now we have to visit the Vehicle Registration Office on base to get a new decal for our car."

"Either half the clerks didn't show up for work today or they are taking a very long lunch break."
"Could this aisle be any narrower? Or the floor any dirtier?"
"Shhh. I think someone just whispered 'next'."
"Try not to kick or trip over the little girl playing on the dirty floor."


"Why did you include this picture?"
"Because our topic today is automobiles and I've never seen that's model before."
"That's model?"
"That's what it says."

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Hometown Tax System: A Concept Worth Considering


My friend Kim mentioned Japan's hometown tax system in one of her recent blog posts.  Intrigued, I eventually managed to track down more information in the Daily Yomiuri Online.  You can read the April 28 article by clicking on the post title (above) or settle for my virtually verbatim excerpts or just go back to playing with your smarty-pants phone.

The furusato nozei (hometown tax) system encourages people to contribute to their hometown despite living elsewhere.  The four prefectures hardest hit by the earthquake/tsunami/radiation disaster are receiving donations from around the nation at several times the typical rate.

This system allows individuals to donate money to any specific prefectural or municipal government. Many use the system to support their hometown or towns, villages, cities and prefectures for which they feel special affection.  Depending on the individual's income, donations in excess of 2,000 ($25) yen qualify as an income tax deduction. Donations that top 5,000 yen entitle the individual to an equivalent deduction from their resident tax.

This idea appeals to me.  Ever since Bob Dole ran for president and his wife Elizabeth was compelled to disclose the outlandish salary she was hauling down as executive director of the American Red Cross, I have felt uncomfortable about donating to non-profit disaster relief organizations.  During eighteen years working for non-profit organizations, I often felt overworked but only felt underpaid when I learned that my male counterpart with fewer years' experience was raking in more dough.  And that's an entirely different issue.

Another reason this idea appeals to me because I really love my hometown.  I have benefited from the libraries, park and recreation system, post office, Catholic schools and churches, children's theater, dollar movies, radio station, and Coney Island joints of Jackson, Michigan.  It's a medium-sized town surrounded by lakes where some of my most vivid teenage memories were formed.  My parents and grandparents are buried there.  Although I left Jackson forty years ago, most of my siblings raised their families in Jackson and my nieces and nephews are now carrying on that tradition.

If I had the option of donating money to my hometown when income tax time rolled around, I am fairly certain I would check the Yes box.  I like the idea of donating to head off a crisis rather than to compensate for one.

These days we pay taxes to Norfolk and the Commonwealth of Virginia.  Although we haven't lived in Norfolk for five years, I don't begrudge them our money.  Virginia was kind and generous to our family during the eight or nine off-and-on years we lived there so we never seriously considered changing our home-of-record to a state that does not assess taxes.  Avoiding taxes just doesn't sit well with me since (a) most of our family income for the past twenty years has come from tax dollars and (b) paying taxes gives me license to rant about how my money is spent.

Not that I've ever really needed a license to rant...

If you took the time to read the full article, you'll know that at least one Japanese person donated on the basis of sharing a name with the community to which he donated.  Imagine what it would mean to my hometown if just a select few Major League Baseball players surnamed Jackson embraced this concept.

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