Driver’s License and Tina Dico

On my way home from work I stopped by the store to get a bottle of wine, and the clerk wanted to see my ID. She was amazed at how good my picture looked. Sadly, my ID picture is one of the best pictures I have. Professional photographers must be moonlighting at the DMV. I would totally frame it and call it modern art… The Photo ID #5.
I would show it off all the time. It would go something like this:
Me: Would you like to see my ID?
Starbucks Barista: Um, Ma’am, you are not buying alcohol.
Me: Would you like to see it anyway?
Except I have spent the better part of the last decade obscuring my age for one reason or another. I just had a birthday and my mother-in-law thinks I am 26. Again.
In fact I have gone back and forth with it so many times I am pretty sure my own mother can’t keep track anymore. Either that or she is unsure of what I have been telling people recently so she defers to me when asked. We have to keep our stories straight.
This year I think I will be 24 again. Maybe 32. I haven’t decided yet.
On a completely unrelated note, I have been listening a lot to Tina Dico again. I think I have at least four of her albums in my car. Last week I put her away and took up Feist and Joe Cocker. It was a nice change, but Tina always comes back. Now if she would just come back to the States…
I looked at her website, and she will be in Zurich soon. Not the state I had in mind.
She is a tiny woman with a powerful voice.
I wonder what her picture ID looks like.


  1. I hope it was a good bottle πŸ™‚ And in my view, 32 is ever so much better (on a number of levels) than 24. So much more…experienced and interesting and, well…yes.

  2. I have to agree, 32 is far better than 24. But for the purposes of my playing with time, I shall narrow things down and simply state I am anywhere between 18 and 40 πŸ™‚

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