Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Irony, thy name is James
I experienced, today, the irony of the century. Last night, I decided to take the final step toward becoming an official New Yorker. I was going to trade in my NC license for a NY one (insert shocked gasps here). I realized the weight of this decision:
-abandoning my roots
-changing my home
-no more Cape Hatteras light house to remind me (very loosely) of Caswell (and the Oak Island light)
-no more possibility of Wednesday discount at Brother Jimmy's,
but I wanted to register to vote, having spent these last few weeks informing myself through various means so that I might make an educated decision and excercise my patriotism come November.
So April and I gave up a day of sleeping in (my only one this week) to go to the DMV. We had looked it up online last night for location and other information, and all it said in regard to trading in another state's licence for a NY one was that you could do it. So we went. Unfortunately, when we got there (at 8:30 a.m.), we were informed that a new regulation was in effect, which stated that all licence trade-ins must be accompanied by a Social Security card. Now, I have not known the location of my SS card for some time now, and after an inquiry of my mother, I am convinced that it has been lost in one of the many moves I have made in the last 6 years.
All hopes of becoming an official resident of the Empire State and putting in my two cents in the upcoming presidential election here in the Big Apple were dashed to the ground, and ironically, at that very moment, James Taylor was singing over the DMV speakers, "Goin' to Carolina in my mind." Irony IS SO vain.
Follow up: We went to the Social Security office. I'm getting a new card, but it will take 2 weeks for them to process and mail it to me, so I'm not going to make the voter registration deadline, which is this Friday. I'm going now to see if it's too late to get an absentee ballot from Pitt County, NC. Further updates forthcoming.
-abandoning my roots
-changing my home
-no more Cape Hatteras light house to remind me (very loosely) of Caswell (and the Oak Island light)
-no more possibility of Wednesday discount at Brother Jimmy's,
but I wanted to register to vote, having spent these last few weeks informing myself through various means so that I might make an educated decision and excercise my patriotism come November.
So April and I gave up a day of sleeping in (my only one this week) to go to the DMV. We had looked it up online last night for location and other information, and all it said in regard to trading in another state's licence for a NY one was that you could do it. So we went. Unfortunately, when we got there (at 8:30 a.m.), we were informed that a new regulation was in effect, which stated that all licence trade-ins must be accompanied by a Social Security card. Now, I have not known the location of my SS card for some time now, and after an inquiry of my mother, I am convinced that it has been lost in one of the many moves I have made in the last 6 years.
All hopes of becoming an official resident of the Empire State and putting in my two cents in the upcoming presidential election here in the Big Apple were dashed to the ground, and ironically, at that very moment, James Taylor was singing over the DMV speakers, "Goin' to Carolina in my mind." Irony IS SO vain.
Follow up: We went to the Social Security office. I'm getting a new card, but it will take 2 weeks for them to process and mail it to me, so I'm not going to make the voter registration deadline, which is this Friday. I'm going now to see if it's too late to get an absentee ballot from Pitt County, NC. Further updates forthcoming.
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