The pains of a new phone
Wednesday, Feb. 29, was a special milepost in my life. I finally could tear up the learner’s permit which I have been using to operate a motor vehicle for the past 48 years. I reached my 16th birthday and instead of making me wait another year, they “grandfathered” me and awarded my real driver’s license.
Good story, but way too much gray hair to be believable. I was born on Leap Year, though, so hitting my real age of 64 was less painful!