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Well, here I am, back from the DMV. Legally identified and legally able to drive for 6 more years. I asked the lady at the DMV in a carefully non-belligerent, non-confrontational tone, after the fact, why a copy of my birth certificate and social security card were necessary (along with my old DL) to get a new one. Because anyone with $15 and basic knowledge probably readily available on the internet if you know where to look, and no ID, can obtain a copy of my birth certificate. And about 15 years ago when I had to replace my SS card, I'm pretty sure all I needed was my birth cert and some kind of semi-official piece of mail (utility bill, etc) with my current address. The lady just shook her head and said, 'Let's just say it wasn't a very well thought out rule enacted after 9/11.'
Srsly? Like someone who wasn't on a mission from god to blow up a Federal Bldg, etc., wouldn't have the intelligence or patience to obtain these items? I don't mind jumping through hoops for a little national security and peace of mind. Except when they make little to no sense. And security is tighter now than it was then. No wonder 9/11 happened.
BTW? There's absolutely nothing to remind you how old and worn out, saggy and baggy you're getting than a badly taken, badly lit driver's license. :O
At the Health Dept where I got my birth cert, the lady came back with my application and said she had a question about my mother's maiden name. The family name - my grandmother's name - was Hendricks. Her eldest son was the same. Her middle child, my Uncle Ed, changed his name spelling to Hendrix, but I thought he was the only one; something done during WWII so they wouldn't say anything about both son's joining the marines. I could have sworn my mom's maiden name was Hendricks, but I guess not.
I didn't bother to tell the nice lady that my mother wasn't born with the name Josephine, either. She was named after my grandmother's BFF Josie, who never called her anything but that. She found out when my mom was about a year old that the friend's name was really Josephine and that Josie was merely a nickname. When the county courthouse burned down when my mom was around 5 (yes, it sounds like an over-used trope but it really did happen) my grandmother took the opportunity to correct the mistake and told the family doctor that mom's name was Josephine. We are a family of subversives.
Srsly? Like someone who wasn't on a mission from god to blow up a Federal Bldg, etc., wouldn't have the intelligence or patience to obtain these items? I don't mind jumping through hoops for a little national security and peace of mind. Except when they make little to no sense. And security is tighter now than it was then. No wonder 9/11 happened.
BTW? There's absolutely nothing to remind you how old and worn out, saggy and baggy you're getting than a badly taken, badly lit driver's license. :O
At the Health Dept where I got my birth cert, the lady came back with my application and said she had a question about my mother's maiden name. The family name - my grandmother's name - was Hendricks. Her eldest son was the same. Her middle child, my Uncle Ed, changed his name spelling to Hendrix, but I thought he was the only one; something done during WWII so they wouldn't say anything about both son's joining the marines. I could have sworn my mom's maiden name was Hendricks, but I guess not.
I didn't bother to tell the nice lady that my mother wasn't born with the name Josephine, either. She was named after my grandmother's BFF Josie, who never called her anything but that. She found out when my mom was about a year old that the friend's name was really Josephine and that Josie was merely a nickname. When the county courthouse burned down when my mom was around 5 (yes, it sounds like an over-used trope but it really did happen) my grandmother took the opportunity to correct the mistake and told the family doctor that mom's name was Josephine. We are a family of subversives.