Yesterday, in anticipation of the incipient expiration of my OR driver’s license, I went to the DMV. I went in with OR proof of citizenship, my little plastic passcard that proves I don’t really live here, in this laggard red state, and I came out with a different plastic passcard that says, yes, you do really live here.

I almost want to say, “I didn’t even get a chance to say good bye.” but I’ve been living here now for a couple of years, so that seems overly dramatic and not that accurate.

I suppose I’ll have to start voting here now too.