I've been to Hell. I spell it . . . I spell it DMV.

It amazes me that the process for getting a drivers license is more complicated now than it was when I was a teenager in the Bush. Four trips to the DMV, just to switch my out-of-state license for an Alaska one. The staff is quite helpful, but it's just a poorly designed system.

And for the first time, my license requires me to wear glasses when I drive. Ah well, my vanity had a good 10 years there.