by Michael L. Bullock
Personally, I had no problem filling out and returning my family’s 2010 U.S. Census questionnaire – my wife took care of it.
But as a newly unemployed Colorado newspaperman in January of 2010, I took the bait. It was hidden within the pages of the local paper: “Help wanted. 2010 U.S. Census enumerators. Temporary.”
Unassuming John Doe that I am, I trotted over to the American Legion Hall and took the exam. And I passed the test!
At first, anyway.