Fall Waxing Autumn Moon
Got up at 7:10. Left the house at 7:30 for Anoka County Driver’s License center to see if we could get Mark a spot for his driving test. When we reached the site at 7:45, there was already a line of waiters: teen-agers, Somalis, a couple of older, hard used men whom I imagined were back for a license test after a suspension for one reason or another, a housewife or two.
Mark got in line and I went down two doors to the small diner that capitalizes on the License Department traffic. It has a large cookie jar collection. By large I mean a row the length of one wall and another and rows of them two deep over the counter area. We’re talking lots of cookie jars. None of them, I’m sorry to say, especially interesting to my eye, but you have to admire the determination.
It also had a sign that only fishermen could love: Have a crappie day.
While I ate eggs and bacon, a shortstack of pancakes, a young boy, maybe eleven, blond and the oldest of two others who looked much like him, spun a pancake his hands, flipped it in the air to his brothers’ obvious enjoyment. Mom didn’t blink an eye.
I’d only just got started on breakfast when Mark came in to say that he hadn’t gotten a slot.
Let’s back up a minute. In June Mark went in and tried to get a driver’s license with just a knowledge test. He could have done so if California didn’t purge its rolls every four years. He had no record of having had a driver’s license so he had to get a learner’s permit. At the end of the three month period, he could take a driving test.
September 29th was the end of the three months, so, basically, he had yesterday and today.
Not able to get a slot at Anoka we next went to Arden Hills, much larger facility off Highway 35 and very the exit for 610 we use to get home from downtown.
Long story short. We sat from about 9 am until 1:30 p.m. Finally got a test. Mark failed. The examiner told him to come back in a week and he’d probably pass. No joy there.
He got his flight information and he leaves tomorrow morning at 11:30 a.m bound for Riyadh. Maybe next year.