Post Script - 6/30/2012...Got my driver's license. Huzzah! Can't figure out why I look 7 years older in the new picture. Oh, well, now I can sigh relief until 2019, when they'll probably decide in Florida that I can't get a new license because I might break the camera. .....
To update an older post....
I breathed a sigh of relief last weekend when I found an envelope from the Town of Greece (suburb of Rochester, NY) in my mailbox.
Inside was a certified copy of the 1/2 page paper document (all in longhand) that represents the reason why I changed my surname in 1979...yes, my marriage license.
The working week was far too short and jam-packed this past week, with 3 key people out of the office and me as the chief "fill in". Especially since I did have to take time out for a doctor's appointment. On that front, I am congratulating myself; in two months since I consulted with an endocrinologist, and followed her advice, I have reduced my A1c3 reading from 10.1 (10 is almost out of control diabetes) to 7.1, a respectable reading when you consider that, below the level of 6, you really don't have diabetes.
Thus, I did not act on the receipt of this seemingly harmless looking document from the past. This week, I plan to take it, with all my other forms of ID, to the Florida DMV and renew my driver's license.
Hopefully, I will have good news for y'all and will continue to be able to drive, vote, and work in FL (my job requires an active DL and auto insurance).. now that I have proved my identity to the conservative majority in the great state of Florida. Having proven to the Social Security Administration in 1979 that I had married and changed my name, I have to do so all over again to the state of Florida, some 33 years later. This, in the state that has already granted me a license 3 times, and allowed me to vote in 8 election years.
Believe me, if men had to prove their marriages to the great state of Florida to be able to drive, that law would be overturned in a heartbeat!