My story comes from
the distant past, so I
apologize for any mistakes
of memory or misrecollection
or misinformation
that may occur.
Any errors are my own.
My eldest daughter
was always keen to
grow up fast. It was not
surprise that she eagerly
awaited her 16th birthday
to get her driver’s
license.
As soon as she qualified,
she and I were
headed to the Department
of Licensing office,
located inconveniently
far from our home with
hours not compatible to
my work schedule.
Nor was the organization
of the office particularly
public-friendly
back then, compared to
its current efficiency.
We arrived...
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