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.

3 comments:

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.

beebs
anarchist