A Bad Day Gone Good

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Solon would remind me that it’s not yet 2:00, and there’s plenty of time left for the day to go wrong; but I’m not in the mood for that advice.

When I went into Motor Vehicles this morning and saw how crowded it was, my heart sank. Imagine how delighted I was when I was in and out of there in only half an hour. The state employees were both efficient–a miracle!–and courteous, and it took me longer to drive there it did to renew my license: complete with picture that, alas, looks kind of like a mug shot.

I then had time to take my bike to the shop, and was pleasantly surprised again when the guy did the whole job in twenty minutes. The cause of the blowout, he was pretty sure, was a defective tire.

I even had time to make my ride, and enjoy a cigar afterward, before lunch. How about that!

Days like this only come along so often, so enjoy them when they do.

Off to the DMV!

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Well, now I have to go hang around the Division of Motor Vehicles to get my driver’s license renewed, and I hope, I dearly hope, that it won’t take all morning.

Born and raised in New Jersey, lived here and drove here all my life, all they want today is my birth certificate, marriage certificate, Social Security card, and Medicare card. There is no truth at all to the rumor that starting next year, they’ll also want to see your third grade report card and a video of your christening before they’ll renew your driver’s license.

As Ronald Reagan said, government is not the answer to the problem: government is the problem.

I wonder how hard it would be to drive in New Jersey if you’re here illegally. Or do you just do it?