It was time for the annual renew-the-food-stamp-benefits phone call. I received the bi-annual notice in the mail that it’s time to renew my benefits. It came a bit too late to fill it out and mail it before the deadline, so I took it downtown on the city bus with Rosie in tow; Rosie turned somersaults across the dreary carpet as I waited my turn, waited for photo-copies, accepted my receipt, and left. The bus back to our house only... Read more