The Great ZIP Code Conspiracy
...or, how the U.S. Post office renamed my little town
It was the IRS notice that finally raised my ire.
No, not for the reasons you might think. I wasn’t being audited, having wages garnished, or being told to shell out more money to Uncle Sugar.
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Instead, the agency wrote to inform me that it was correcting my address. I ha…