I had a nice day. Went dancing around noon. Went downtown to renew my driver's license, an interesting experience. Very crowded, the woman sitting next to me showed me her former license, "When I still had teeth." She described her breakfast, complete with poutine, steak, and eggs that she had earned panhandling on Market Street in Ballard. She assumed that I knew the dive on Ballard Avenue where she ate. To my uneasiness, I did know this establishment from eating many meals there myself. Then she said she would give me her low DOL service number if I took her across the street, let her pee and bought her a drink. I passed on this generous offer. Then she introduced herself and asked my name. "Ha". Oh she said, that's the name of the guy who drowned my friend by throwing her off a boat in Fisherman's Terminal. "Different Ha", I said. I must have looked hungry, because she then said she had food stamps and she would buy me some food if I went across the street with her. Then her number was called and she was gone from my life.
Next I had my eye exam. First time since I was 16 that I passed the eye exam and did not get a glasses restriction on my license.
Tonight I went to Happy Hour with a son. So great to see him. He told me that he was so glad he was born and grew up in Washington. He feels that Seattle, Vancouver BC, Portland and San Francisco are the only North American cities that would afford him the professional, city, social and recreational opportunities that he needs in life, with San Francisco being marginal because of the distance to mountains. He also told me that his older brother got a huge promotion. My sons love each other very much, and I am very proud to see this, as helping to foster this relationship was always one of my main goals as a father. I have been only moderately successful at best in many areas, but the father thing has gone very well.
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