Dan Barry: SAN ANTONIO, Fla.
Ten years have passed since the country last tried to meet the essential, constitutional and all-but-impossible mandate to count everybody; the whole lot of us. Ten years since it last attempted something akin to counting the granules in an ever-filling, ever-leaking bucket of sand.
A decade, then, since the Bureau of the Census undercounted the number of residents here in San Antonio, a very small community in central Florida that is named after — of all the saints in heaven — the patron saint of those who seek missing things.
If the short count caused some celestial laughter, San Antonio's city clerk and protector, Barbara Sessa, respectfully did not join in. She…
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