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Bev's Burner
Some's Hot, Some's Not 

By B.K. Carter

"Bev Carter is the owner/publisher of the Fort Bend Star, winner of numerous state and national awards. She has been a voice of Fort Bend's largest circulated newspaper for 28 years."


Social Security, part two......Judging from all the comments, calls, emails and letters, quite a lot of my readers related to my story of woe (Star, June 28, 2006) about the Social Security Administration. I need to give you an update.

Almost immediately after my article came out, I received my new replacement social security card.

A coincidence -I think not. In any event I plan to hang on to that sucker as I now know how hard it is to get one. I should have just gone down to the flea market and bought one like everybody else!

But right after I wrote the article and before I got my card, I was reading my own article and got all riled up again. So I called the 1-800 number as the local number is ALWAYS busy.

When I finally reached someone on the other end of the 1-800 call, I asked for her supervisor and explained to the supervisor my dilemma about not being able to get my driver’s license and how I had jumped through all the hoops to get proper documentation, waited in line twice for several hours, was told that I had never been put in the system for a new card and even had a receipt from the local office that I received at the library when I waited in line again.

I told the helpful supervisor (I got her name when I started) on the other end of the line that I knew she could contact the local office because she (or some other 1-800 person) had done so before to discover I had not been put into the system. I told her that I knew the name of the man who had given me the receipt at the library on my final visit as he had signed the receipt and that I wanted the name of his supervisor at the local office so I could call and get him in trouble.

The 1-800 lady had me hold while she contacted the Sharpstown office. When she came back on line, she asked me to physically describe the man at the library also. When I told her what he looked like, she informed me he WAS the supervisor at the Sharpstown office and she had left my number for him to call me.

Sure enough he called the next day and I complained that he had not put me in the system as I had a receipt promising I would get my card in two weeks. I reminded him it had been two months, and my friend who was with me that day had received hers quite some time ago. I also told him that my friend had been helped by the lady accompanying him.

His excuse was that SHE (the lady accompanying him) was responsible for the paperwork and he had only seen some of us to help her out, but she was ultimately responsible for the paperwork as he was the supervisor. I told him he was not a very good supervisor if he had let her get away with not filing my paperwork yet.

He promised to check on it and get back to me. I thought I had pulled a real coupe because I had caller ID and I now had his private telephone number and I could call him every day. “He’s MINE now!” I thought.

Sure enough, that number didn’t work either as it was never answered, but I did get my card very shortly after that and after my article. I scampered into the house from the mailbox singing and hallelujahing, so imagine my surprise when three days later, I got ANOTHER letter from them telling me they were in the process of sending me my card, as if nothing had ever happened in between.

Mind you, my checks had continue to arrive unabated. They didn’t seem to mind giving me money, but I wasn’t going to get that card without a fight.

I had an interesting thought. Why were they so reluctant to give a 65-year-old woman a card? It’s not like I would need it to get a job. And therein lies the dilemma. The reason I did not have a card is because I had my own business for the past 27 years, so had no need to show anyone a social security card.

And by the way, thanks to those who told me that the driver’s license people can not legally make me have a social security card. I received that information after I got my SS card. Of course, I guess I could always have bought a driver’s license at the flea market also.

And if that wasn’t bad enough.....I had to laugh about the man who wrote me a letter and said he had problems with social security but his representative, Tom DeLay, got them resolved quickly and here I had gone off and run ol’ Tom out of office so it served me right to be without a representative when I needed him.

The reason I thought this was funny is because I did not hound Mr. DeLay out of office. In fact, after the primary, I was mad that he was too chicken to run against Nick Lampson and had to resort to lying, something that should be quite against his religion I think, in order to get off the ballot. Everyone knows that Tom DeLay has not moved from Sugar Land. Heck fire, his neighbors see him all the time. He spends more time in Sugar Land now than he ever has.

No sir, it’s not my fault I don’t have a representative. It’s Mr. DeLay’s, the state Republican party and Rick Perry. When DeLay withdrew, the Governor should have had a special election immediately so we would not be unrepresented. That was the right thing to do.

And as Richard Armour said, “Politics......has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.”

I have a theory.....I think that President Bush is a Democrat really deep down. He ran as a Republican and has been the worse president we’ve had in a long time, all to drive everyone back to the Democrat party and usher in another 25 years of Democrat rule.

But like Robert W. Kenny (I’m into quoting this week), I’m “ashamed of being a Republican and afraid of being a Democrat.”

Such fun.....You know I play gin at the Swinging Door every week. Well, a couple of weeks ago, Jay Onstad mentioned that the restaurant was having a comedy team the next night (Friday) and we couldn’t change the table arrangements. “What? How come we didn’t know about this?” we asked. Steve Onstad had arrived by then to have us “test” his recipe for onion rings and bell pepper rings (a delicious addition to the menu). He told us that they were sold out, but he thought he could make room. He seemed surprised that some of us old “buffaloes” could stay up until 9 p.m. when the act started and warned us the jokes might be a little raunchy.

Just what we liked, we thought, so Joan Eicke, Wanda Manville, Ruth Olsen, Gale Bullock and I saddled up Friday night for a bunch of laughs at the Swinging Door. Steve said the comics approached him with the idea of a comedy act and he thought it was unique to Fort Bend and might be something his customers would enjoy. We did! And he promises to do it again in September.


Contact bkcstar@earthlink.net, if you would like to express your opinions/views regarding the column. Write a SIGNED letter to the editor with valid day time phone number--name can be withheld by request.

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