Today in retaliation to the incompetency of local government inadequacy, Dr. A rose at five a.m. and joined the waiting line at the DMV to politely inquire where the heck his driver’s license was hiding within their files.
Paperwork in hand, and a somewhat pleasant attitude in place, he put the question of age to them. “Does the fact that I am 92 years of age have anything to do with putting my license in the holding file?” As our daughter reminded me, does the fact that he has never had an accident, that he drove over 300,000 miles a year over all kinds of terrain, and that his faculties are intact, mean nothing?
His Danish charm in full operation, they put him behind the wheel of his car to demonstrate that he still had it, and renewed his license for two years. It is truly a day of celebration!
Pachofa-Unfinished 
Congratulations. Sounds like he proved himself and then some!
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He’s a happy camper today!
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Such perseverence surely deserves success.
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Attitude counts.
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A great day for perseverance and Dr A. He must be walking so tall.
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Hallelujah and yee-haw! Neither exclamation’s particularly Danish or particularly charming, but with his two-year pass in hand, he didn’t need to charm anyone else!
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With typical Sam behavior, he went into DMV today and thanked the ladies who gave him the driving test and license. I’m sure it was a first. If he knew how to bake he would probably take cookies!
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Three cheers for Dr. A! Perseverance does pay off—I always knew that!
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Well I think Old Guys Rule too! And I certainly like the sound of Dr A. Loving your new format! x
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He received the actual driver’s license this morning, so life is good for another two years. I told him to go back then and maybe they will sign him up for another 2.
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Good news!
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