Sunday, March 07, 2010

A Lost Man

In 1950 I wasn't born yet. In 1960, a census taker came to my parents house. I remember him asking questions and recording the answers on a notebook. In 1970, I was living in a college dormitory. In 1980, I moved out of an apartment in Garden Grove where I had lived for a few years and into a condo I bought in Santa Ana. In 1990 and 2000 I was at the same address where I live today. I've never seen a census taker or received anything in the mail from the Census in my adult life.

Who the fuck are they counting? Not me, that's for sure. I'm not hiding.


W.C. Varones said...

Yet we should trust these people to run our health care.

What's the worst that could happen?

Cut and Shoot said...

You should have received a form in the mail. I always have. One time I neglected to fill in one item that they required. A lady came by and got the answer and left. It all seemed professional to me.

beebsblog said...

I just received a letter telling me, "Resident", that I will be getting the forms in the mail by March 15th.

I'll let my wife fill them out this time. I have half a mind to run it through the shredder.