My hair is brown!
(I've asked my granddaughter what color my hair is - she says "I don't know."  I don't recognize it on the floor on haircut day; I s'pose it's half brown and half gray.  But the driver's license lady renewed it as "brown.")
Yep - on Friday I got my new driver's license.  I actually have a Commerical Driver's License.  Pretty good for a bike rider, huh?  A neghbor lady up the street once said to me, "I saw you driving - I didn't realize you knew how to drive!"
You fill out the form.  You take a vision test.  You pay your money.  You get your photo snapped, and walk out with new plastic.
To me, it's a little sobering that there is absolutely no test - either written or actual - of driving skills.  Yeah, that would complicate things, and goes against my general "small government" philosophy.  But at the same time, if you want the privilege of piloting a 4000-pound steel missile around on public roads, shouldn't you have demonstrable ability?
 
 
 
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