What a mess...
If only someone would invent something called a ‘computer’ that would keep track of things
And people smart enough to run them who work for the city, instead everyone’s friends and relatives.
I worked for a county once, when I quit in disgust they literally hired cousin Jeffrey from the parks department to replace me. The guy was mowing lawns on Friday and writing software on Monday- I had to show him how to turn the computer on.
The government should create a 1930’s era WPA and send thousands of Detroit's residents in waves to plant trees until such time they figure out what to do with the city. That will cost some money but the program should be disbanded after 1 full year.
Let the trees grow and Detroit return to her forested splendor circa 1740.
When they get their act together, (sometime in 2085) then they can begin building again...
It sounds like they didn’t let them know that they had closed the business.
Being the dutiful good son, the very first letter I took myself down to the office of the country tax authority and told them that there was not any Wanda Hendrix (name changed just to still be “Dragnetish’ about it) living in my mother's apartment and, according to the apartment manager, had never lived there in the 30 some odd years since the place was built.
The secretary there apologized for the mistake and said it would be taken care of right away. I asked, just out of curiosity, why is the county tax authority asking for back taxes from this Wanda Hendrix (name changed to stay “Dragnetish’ about it) on an apartment that is rented, not owned and that she apparently never lived in?
The reply was, sorry, cannot go into that due to privacy concerns.
Anywho, the letters never stopped. The next one I even tried the local telephone directory to find if this elusive Wanda Hendrix (name changed to remain “Dragnetish’ about it) lived in my hometown. There was no listing for her, not even close. And after two more visits to the county taxing authority and never getting passed the secretary or any type of satisfactory explanation, I let bygones be bygone— The letter were always marked ‘Return to Sender - Addressee Not Here, Nor Has Every Been Here’ and stuck back into the outgoing mail slot.
Lastly, about six month or so ago and better than ten years after my mother passed on, the local paper here had an Obituary Notice for Wanda Hendrix (name changed to conclude being “Dragnetish’ about it) who passed away at age 101 in a local nursing home. The obit said all her relations had passed on before her. Intrigued, I called the nursing home and while citing privacy concerns, they did admit she had been there for the past 30 years but could not tell me more.
Okay, just one more mystery of life that shows what goes around comes back around... and even asking for the facts, just the fact won't get you squat— Especially when dealing with government stupidity of the highest caliber
Tax fraud scheme, and it’s rampant all over the US even here in Texas.
Been there done that.
I actually had my property seized by the court when a school district took a judgment against the former owner of the property.
Since the former owner hadn’t owned the property for years they never bothered to serve him and notify him there was a lawsuit.
They couldn’t get a judgment against me because I had receipts showing the taxes had been paid.
Since there was no judgment against me I was never notified of any kind of judgment and was completely unaware until the property was seized by the court.
100% fraud.
The Texas supreme court in all it’s wisdom decided I was responsible for stopping the fraud before the property was seized.
In other words, I and all other taxpayers are now responsible for stopping the school districts/govt from committing the fraud before the school districts/govt has committing fraud.
Once the fraud has been committed it’s too late to take any action.
Google street view shows the intersection of the 8000 block with a barroom and
American Auto Recyclers’ scrap yard on one side and a large fenced empty lot and another empty lot and a derelict manufacturing building. Interestingly there are some well kept houses nearby.