This week we flew down to Livingston, Texas, to begin the process of becoming residents. If you’ve ever been to Livingston, you know this picture is not it. I couldn’t find anything interesting to photograph there, so I posted a picture from our Grand Canyon rafting trip instead. I figured Arizona and Texas are pretty much the same place anyway and this image makes the site look better. Hey, I’m from Jersey, what do I know?
The process of getting our drivers licenses and car registered was a breeze. The people at the county clerk’s office were surprisingly nice and surprisingly efficient. We had begun to think our bad experiences with government workers were just a local New York thing until we ran in to the bitch at the D.M.V. Because the address we have is popular with R.V.’ers she was convinced we had a motor home that we needed to register and pay taxes on. Only we don’t own one yet. Rest assured the town will get a sizable check from us as soon as we buy our rig, it just hasn’t been delivered. So she threatened us with all kinds of atrocities once they “run a check on us and find the vehicle”. After a while she finally relented and gave us our temporary licenses. Not because she ever believed our story. No, I assume she must have decided the long-arm of the law would give us a proper thrashing in due time and she had a growing line behind us to attend to. Now all we have to do is hope the actual licenses show up in the mail . . . you don’t think she’ll read this, do you?
Everywhere Once 
What do you think?