Ta-dah!

If I should ever take up dealing in "pharmaceuticals," and got caught one day with a hundred grand in the car, at least I wouldn't be ashamed to show my driver's license. I'm not saying it's a pretty picture, that would be a lie. But at least it looks like me instead of like the plucked chicken on my old DL.
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Having read and enjoyed True Grit by Charles Portis, I started reading it again last night. One of my favorite passages is where Mattie goes back to buy a pony from Col. Stonehill for less than she sold it to him. That poor sick browbeaten gentleman tells her that he heard a young girl had fallen headlong into a 50-foot well and died. He had thought it might be Mattie.