Success, Part Deux

I'm a New Mexican...

...albeit a temporary New Mexican.  I was told my license will arrive via a uniformed representative of the Federal Gubmint sometime in the next 45 days.  Or so.

Speakin' o' driver's licenses... I've carried this old Kally-forhn-ee-ya license in my wallet for nearly 40 years now:

Ain't that about the ugliest chick ya ever did see?  And note, please, that we are our same svelte self (height, weight) as we were over 35 years ago.  It's all in the genes, Gentle Reader; lifestyle has NOTHING to do with it.  Otherwise I'd be dead now.