Mini Marathon Training Log: Monday-ran 7 miles. Sunday-walked 4 miles. Saturday-waited in line 1/2 an hour at the Post Office.
I needed a Passport for some Summer travel. I confidently strode into the P.O. Saturday, and ended up: P.O.’d. Turns out my Birth Certificate means nothing to the Government. I know my Paycheck means a lot to them, but the Huntington Memorial Hospital imprint on a 45 year old piece of cardboard stock….not so much. So I have to do some more paperwork, and I’ll be street legal. In the meantime, allow me to show you my Sam’s Clubs papers:
