Feeding the needy

3 girls dressed in vintage 1920 flapper dresses, sitting on a bench. Feet furiously pushing, pushing the petals to an old pump piano. Girls singing at the top of there lungs as the pump piano wheezes & hums My Rag Time Gal. Singing and singing till the fair lights come on & the old mansion shuts down for the evening.

Laughter.

What you see are children, raising a motherless child.

Brandy, Brenda, Jenny, Diane, Mindy, Drew, Noel, Jen. Names that go on and on. Were these children aware of their impact? Teenagers who stepped up to take me in when my mother died, as a father mourned.

They held me accountable to my actions. They ran along side of me as I fled from my earthy worries. They grab hold of my shoulders & spoke fiercely into my brain. Focusing me onto my path I needed to take. Holding down my grief, they scooped it out with their hands only to have me face it, then helped me bade it goodbye.

Encouraging me to do difficult things. Yelling at me when I got down on myself. Pushing me onto the stage when I couldn't breath. And holding my hand as I screamed into the dark.

We give children too little respect. While adults hemmed & hawed about my grades, college plans & how much sleep I got. Teenagers filled my soul with friendship and life. Pushed me back onto my own 2 feet. Held me up while I wobbled precariously on the edge of childhood and adulthood. Madness & sanity.

I was raised by a pack of giggly, wild, intelligent, strong, carefree & loving group of misfit teens. Teens who crushed me with their protective arms. Teens who allowed me to borrow their breath, their happiness, their strength.

I am the lucky one.

Well that's just great.

I got a response back from Social Security about my brother.


Social Security has not been notified of his death. Technically, by their standards, he is still alive...or rather his SS # is.

Wanna hear something funny? When you request a persons SS # they will give it to you for a small fee. Butttt, if that person is not listed as deceased, The Privacy Act of 1974 states (5 U.S.C 552a(b))

(I'm only going to type out part because it's redundant & I'm lazy) "The Privacy Act of 1974 restricts disclosure of the information you requested. We do not disclose to the public personal information from our record about living individuals right to privacy."

Sounds good right? Well then why did they GIVE me my brothers SS #?!!!!! Yes, you read that right! They gave me his NUMBER (It's the same number I had all these years. It was a # on his college forms. Those were the good old days when they used a persons SS# on everything. From college papers to driver licences!) They just broke their own Privacy Act!

And that my friends, is why the Government can be stupid. Oh, how did I get this delicate information you ask? "You must have jumped through hoops to get his #! You are amazing!" Well, I am amazing...but I did not have to jump through hoops. All I had to do was type on a piece of paper his name, birth date, father's & mother's name of the person I was search for. Oh, & $29. And for the low price of $29 I got myself an unused SS#! Wow.......My trust in the governments ability to keep me safe & healthy is one more flush down the toilet....morons.

So for now my dopey brother is still lost. Is he alive? I doubt it. His low life, drunk of a father never bothered to notify SS, that's all.

I guess I have to pick through all the states to search for his death certificate. That can take 100's of dollars & lots o' time. But I'll do it..maybe...if I'm in a good mood.

Remember kids...the government is our friend & is the smartest friend we have! I love you government...I want to be just as smart as you when I grow up!