Fingerprints and Fast Cars

First, ATTACK OF THE FINGERPRINTS!

If you are ever in need of perspective, or a little stress relief, hang out where people line up for night court. I was taken aback by the incredible cross section on Americana represented. Wealthy, not so wealthy, beligerent, boastful, humble, meek, downright petrified, and blatantly aggressive, the masses lined up for their turn in front of the bench.

Now mind you, we were not there for night court. We were there for the fingerprinting.

Back to the show.

Some random quotes from the line:
"How did he know my tag was expired"
"I ain't payin' nothin'"
"Your daddy is who?"
"What does failure to appear mean?"
"I still don't wear my seatbelt, it's a personal choice man!"
"I'm fightin' this ticket. Speedtraps are not legal"

After waiting for a snip of time we got to go back to the "Juvenile Fingerprinting" department. The people there were really nice. I think we were something of an attraction. People did not really know what to do with us, a couple, WANTING to be fingerprinted. They were not even sure they could fingerprint us for adoption.

Quote:

"Well, It don't say we can't on my list, so I guess we can"

So now we get to play.

The ink was neat. It felt like scotch tape on my fingers. I really like the way scotch tape feels. I was also relieved. No digital fingerprinting here. Old school. Sticky black ink. Two fingerprint cards each.

Plus:

Two letters of "good behavior" from the local police department.

Plays well with others.
Does not eat Elmer's glue.
Colors in the lines.

The fingerprint lady was nice. Nicer than I would be if I had to fingerprint angry juveniles. She was also VERY good at what she did. I did not even make a mess.

SIDEBAR:
Everyone who has worked with me, shared a meal with me, or worked around the house with me knows one fact. I will get dirty. I mean really dirty. Stuff all over me. ALL OVER ME.

So, fingerprint lady, thanks, you are the bomb. You also got our letters done. Even better. ONE TRIP. Although I may go back for the night court line.

Now to the strange.

We have been working around the house today, enjoying ourselves. Wow, that doesn't sound too weird.

Yes it does.
Talladega is today.
Talladega?
Yes, Talladega.
The Fall race, even better
What are you talkng about?



Today, something really wierd happened.

For the last four years, I have not missed a Talladega Nascar race. I know, I know. I can hear you all, rolling your eyes. But to me, this was a big deal. Other things have begun to influence my thinking.

The start of this process to build a family, has become a central theme around which we make decisions.

Many of you know me, many don't. I'll be fine with a beer in front of the TV and a couple of trips to Home Depot. Not to mention the trip to Pottery Barn. And the trip to Pier One. (What's up with that place anyway?)

Who is this doing the talking.

It's me(T).

And that's just fine.