The young man sat down across from my desk. He was obviously perturbed about something so while my mind raced through every possible scenario for him coming to my desk, he struggled to speak.
“I want to know whose money is it,” he said.
I waited. He went on.
“THEY are building that monstrosity and I attend the meetings and they keep talking like it’s their money or it comes from federal grants. They act as if they don’t understand where tax money comes from.”
Then he waited while I formed a response.
I knew what he was speaking about.
The local government was gung-ho about spending several hundreds of thousands of dollars on a project and, because very few people showed up at this particular board’s meetings, the elected officials assumed their plans were OK with the taxpayers. Or, it never occurred to them to ask.
The young man seated in my office became fascinated with government through a class in college.
He wasn’t married and didn’t have a girlfriend (as far as I knew) so he attended as many government meetings as he could. For all I knew, C-SPAN was his favorite TV channel.