I Am Who I Am . . . I Think

I realized over the weekend that my driver's license was going to expire on Tuesday. I was planning to go over and get my new license Monday after school, when I discovered that I wouldn't be able to. I had forgotten about a law the state legislature passed a couple of years ago, designed to pander to the right-wing nutjobs who sometimes run things in this state protect us all from the scourge of illegal immigration by requiring proof of citizenship or legal residency to get a driver's license. So I looked up the information online and discovered that I would need to show the Driver License Division a certified copy of my birth certificate (as well as my Social Security card and two recent bills confirming my address, but I have those).

So I got on the Colorado state web site and looked up the information for ordering a certified copy of my birth certificate. (Gosh, I hope they send me the long form....) I printed and filled out the application, made a photocopy of my current driver's license (to prove that I am who I say I am, which seems a little like circular reasoning in this context), wrote out a check, and sent it off to the county records division in the state of my nativity.

I got a phone call today from someone at the county records division. She told me they had received my application, but were unable to process it.

Because my driver's license had expired.