Dear Editor, I just completed my latest property tax protest hearing during which I besmirched my sweet little 90-year-old home in an effort to reduce the value the county places on it. My house is not for sale. I enjoy living where I do, but they say that because there are people willing to pay big bucks for it they must tax me based on that market amount. As I was leaving the appraisal office, Courtney Barnett's song “Depreston” was playing on the radio. The refrain has been stuck in my head since. "If you have a spare half a million, you could knock it down and start rebuilding." I guess if you don't, you can just move to another county.