You're too nice. I would have punched her out....and then claimed amnesia or the big "A". You know...."Where am I....does anyone know where I live?"

"Does the CCC work bus stop here? I'm going to vote for President Roosevelt again.... are you?"

That and a good lawyer should do the trick.

Incidentally, the WPA was significantly different than the welfare handouts today(which are increasing significantly). At least it was a quid pro quo situation. You had to do something to get your check. Today, all you have to do is get to the mailbox.

When I was younger, I knew quite a few men who were in the Civil Conservation Corps (CCC). To a man, they regarded it a one of the character building events of their lives and, except for the understandable home sickness, they remember the experience with fondness. It represented hard work and responsibility. They ate better than their parents did at the time and the physical labor toughend them. And no....they weren't overworked. In bed at 9 and up at dawn for breakfast to start a new day. As a result, we have things like National Parks and roads which were built, in part, by these young men.

My father, who was a musician, like everyone else in my family, benefited from the WPA in that the government paid musicians to play concerts and parade jobs during those depression years. Ask these turkeys today to contribute something of value for their welfare checks and the ACLU will probably file suits for some cockamamie thing like involuntary servitude.

They were government programs but at least they had some redeeming character....the concept of work for pay.

Go NUNCH!! (whatever that is)