Somehow I always knew I would end up living in Kentucky. I can’t say I know a lot about the Bluegrass State—I mean the grass looks green to me—but I can learn.
I’ve lived in three states. I spent my childhood in Indiana, spent most of my adult life in Ohio and now I’m ready to go through my second childhood in Kentucky. I’m kind of an old fart.
Speaking of being old, I got my State I.D. a few days ago. I’m no longer driving, so I don’t need a driver’s license. I don’t even care about not driving anymore. I don’t have the patience for it.
At the license bureau, the lady said “This looks just like a driver’s license.”
“Great,” I replied. “Now I can drive illegally.”
My guess is I won’t be doing that, but when one goes through their second childhood, one never knows.
(Graphic found on Google)