I am surprised and delighted to find out, from this post, that Jim Putnam whose Thinking Through My Fingers blog I read regularly also reads my blog. This discovery is particularly timely as I was just this past Saturday repeatedly and quite shamelessly claiming, more or less, to know Jim Putnam. I will explain:
When I got home from a hike on Friday afternoon, I found a handwritten note tucked in my front door. It was from a man (the name given was clearly male) who said he had been by the house for the Census, and, having seen my waterfalls, was wondering if he could come back tomorrow (Saturday) to take photographs of them. Would I please call him. I was a bit puzzled as the Census-taking person that I had seen and spoken to earlier that week had rather definitely been a woman. I called him up; he explained that he was the supervisor and had been doing follow-up to the woman. I gave him permission to take his pictures.
Next day, mid-morning, he stopped up at the house to say thank you. We then got into an extended discussion of the Census; the process, the little hand-held devices, the workers, the local reaction and so forth. That’s where I repeatedly claimed to know “a fellow” or “a gentleman” in North Carolina “who said ….” It was very interesting to compare what I already knew from the Thinking Through My Fingers postings to this man’s experiences. He had also worked on the previous Census.
So, there you have it. Confessions of a Jim Putnam fan. My only complaint about the Thinking Through My Fingers blog is that I’d like more, more, more …
[In addition, I was interested in the description of Census-taking given by a woman to Andrew Sullivan on his The Daily Dish blog.]
-Julie
