I was going to do it this weekend. After I hurriedly wrote my Carnival of Genealogy submission (and you can tell I wrote it in a hurry to meet the deadline), my plan this weekend was to finally find my deadbeat maternal grandfather in the 1920 census. I've looked hard for the 5 years or so I've been interested in genealogy, but had no luck. He was born in 1899 and I've located him in the 1900, 1910, and 1930 annual census counts, but he's avoiding me in the 1920 version. Of course I found every one of his 11 siblings spread out all over Colorado and Wyoming (including his parents), but despite a great effort this weekend, he kept himself hidden from me. Of course the fact he grew from a dysfunctional young adult into a dysfunctional old man probably is why I'm having a hard time finding him - I even cussed him out under by breath for being so irresponsible. For some reason I started thinking about my descendants looking for me in the census many years into the future...then I apologized to my grandfather for saying such harsh things about him...and to my unborn family members who will be cussing ME out...I admit it...I've also been a census avoider.