Shelter Skelter.

Yesterday was the first time I reported on something, at least for the class room of ICC. After halfway getting lost, I finally found the building that the public meeting I was to view took place.

I was met with four puzzled looks, and I could see why. There were chairs, but no audience. From what I could tell, nobody attends these meetings besides those who actually head this operation. Later, this idea would be further cemented. After explaining who I was and what I was doing, they gave their introductions and continued in the useless banter that I had apparently interrupted. They were nice people, don't get me wrong, but quite a bit of their time was spent blabbing about the trips they were taking, one woman's credit card woes, and I think I even heard a TV show mentioned. This meeting could have concluded a half an hour than the scheduled time.

The depth of this meeting was lost upon me. Many of the terms flung around weren't ones I was familiar with, even with some preknowledge of HUD and such. The department of Housing apparently doesn't have a lot of issues ongoing. But there's something more to this. There is one group I haven't questioned: those living in houses this department heads. I haven't talked to them and found out what they think of the operation and how they handle the money, but I plan to. Oh do I plan to.

Because as it stands, this information will be regurgitated stuff you can find anywhere.