Cheney Free Press -

My story comes from

the distant past, so I

apologize for any mistakes

of memory or misrecollection

or misinformation

that may occur.

Any errors are my own.

My eldest daughter

was always keen to

grow up fast. It was not

surprise that she eagerly

awaited her 16th birthday

to get her driver’s

license.

As soon as she qualified,

she and I were

headed to the Department

of Licensing office,

located inconveniently

far from our home with

hours not compatible to

my work schedule.

Nor was the organization

of the office particularly

public-friendly

back then, compared to

its current efficiency.

We ar...