I don’t remember the 2000 Census. I wasn’t living on my own at the time, and wasn’t paying attention – but this year I was ready. For the past two weeks the envelope has been sitting on my kitchen counter. A reminder notice next to it. Ads every ten minutes to remind me to do it. I was excited. I wanted to be counted.
So I ate a hearty breakfast this morning, cleared some time, and sat down with a pen and my form. Wife was nearby to help with any questions. I opened the envelope. A few directions and it started…
“How many people live in your household” – that was easy “2” !
Then I flipped the page. Age, date of birth, race, done. That was it? No cool questions? Nothing else? In fact, my wife didn’t even want to answer the race question, after all, it shouldn’t be important. But it was “The Census”, so race, income, how often I brush my teeth…this was the one time I was willing to answer everything – nothing should be off limits. But in the end, all the hype was just a fancy way of asking, “how many people live there”. That’s it. Couldn’t I have just sent a text?
“2 … 🙁 sigh”