You'll notice.... Taxes, Drugs, and Death play a significant role when people look to their County Gov't for help. Perhaps my favorite question is: "Where is my loved one being taken?" Depending on who's asking the question, and the state of mind, composure, health, ect. of the loved one... it's hard to imagine how to answer such a question. The way the County handles the question, it becomes obvious that for Monroe County, "Loved One" is a euphemism for dead relative. Oh well... How do you add or remove someone from your property (Q12)? Provided they aren't a "loved one," that is a wonderful question. Welcome to Southern Indiana.
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these are quite the cross section of humanity, aren't they?? some downright funny and some, well, odd.
thanks for this snapshot of a part of your lifeworld
Yes, it kills me who's guarding the henhouse... Then again, back when, let's just say I got a chance to see a good portion of a number of grand Hoosier courthouses... I always relished the buttoned up psychic mojo of the employees who choose to work courthouse jobs. Something about the crease of your pants.. the sense of right and wrong when your on speaking terms with the judge. The black and white world of the small town mind. For all the pain it supposedly causes, people who are attracted to such things... or at the very least, transmit such things through themselves in their work, have a fascinating presence that for some odd reason I developed a taste for, like another person may develop a taste for certain forms of architecture. I love the weirdness of people. Even if I sometimes have trouble comparing them favorably to the beauty of the so called natural world.
Thanks
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