On The Road Again

Since all of you are probably on the edge of your chairs waiting to see how the DMV debacle will turn out, I thought I would put you out of your misery and let you get back to your lives. I faxed all the information to Rhode Island which included a copy of my birth certificate, social security card, passport, license, and a notarized letter stating I had not been to Rhode Island. I also included the fax number for Massachusetts since Rhode Island did not have it and Massachusetts told me that Rhode Island would send them a letter allowing them to release the block. Whew! I am glad I got that all out. Moving from state to state that fast exhausts me. Anyway, I called Rhode Island today on my way to the DMV to see if I could clear it up before my license expires. I was on hold again for 35 minutes, arrived at the DMV, explained my situation and was given a Columbus number to call. I hung up on Rhode Island since all their agents were wildly busy, and called Columbus where an agent answered on the second ring. Yeah, Ohio. The agent told me that she really couldn't help me since the names, while they are spelled differently, sounded the same. I asked if the police officer filled out the ticket and spelled the name phonetically. I think I lost her. The deputy of the DMV office I was in came out and happened to be someone who has attended Hudson Chapel off and on. Very cool. He started calling around and while I was on hold with Columbus, gave me the thumbs up signal that he had figured out how to unblock me. He must have called the computer geek from The Italian Job (the original Napster for you movie buffs). Anyway, in 5 minutes I walked out with my new license and have never felt more joy walking out of a DMV. I like it when God does something that makes you grateful that just a couple of days and a few hours of inconvenience ago I would have never noticed. I am also glad he plants his people in the most unlikely places to help in time of need. God is good and I am back on the road as long as I stay away from those pesky northeastern states that without a doubt already have an APB out for me. Luckily I think they will be looking for a Joe Quofee and as long as they mispronounce it I am safe as safe can be.