Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
- The Letter, sung by The Box Tops
The Letter, Sent From The Rural Fire Protection District
While the refrain of the version sung by the Box Tops scans better than my composition, my paean to the epistle I received from the Crystal Lake Rural Fire Protection District is just as heartfelt.
What’s Wrong With This Letter?
I have the uneasy feeling I’m missing something. This letter arrived without warning, accompanied by a check of a size that prompts one to cash it immediately, lest the folks who signed it come to their senses and stop payment.
What can it when a governmental agency declares “… the District does not need all the money levied for the Fire District Pension fund” and then returns 95.6% of a tax payment – to the taxpayer?
‘Tis a mystery.
That letter is actually on their site. I wonder if they legally had to return it because it was levied for a specific purpose.
I suspect you’re correct; nonetheless, my cynicism is so rampant and pervasive that any correspondence with a government bureaucracy that is positive, let alone includes an unexpected check, fills me with wonder. Well, wonder and suspicion – but still, …