Connecticut doesn’t always do well with change, but I am amazed at how quickly some systems are adapting.
Guidelines changed. I am not eligible for a test under the current guidelines, which apparently changed again today.
Last Wednesday night my throat was getting scratchy. Thursday morning I woke up with a fever. In ordinary times, I would have gone to work. These are not ordinary times, so I didn’t.
Like any other adult person in Connecticut who was born in Hartford, I can go to Room 103 at City Hall, pay a fee, and get a certified copy of my birth certificate. I’ve done that. I have it. There’s only one problem with that government-issued document – it’s not true. One could even go so far as to call it “fake news.” I was, indeed born, at the date, time, and location listed on my birth certificate. However, my mom didn’t give birth to me; I wasn’t conceived when my dad’s sperm met my mom’s egg.
In an ideal world, perhaps we wouldn’t matter. People would not need to access the judicial system to resolve disputes or protect their rights. They would not experience discrimination. Tenants would be able to have reasonable discussions with their landlords and arrive at an outcome acceptable to all parties. Unfortunately, we do not live in an ideal world.