Welcome Back To The United States, Mr. Dahl

I went to the post office today to get a new passport, and it didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked at first. I hung in there, and I did manage to get my photo taken and the thing sent off to the State Department with the actual help of the guy at the post office. I don’t think he knew exactly how helpless I was until I admitted to him that I didn’t even have a checkbook. He wrote me a money order and helped me address an envelope to get the thing mailed. I really had no idea where to begin, and everybody at the post office seems like a “regular” so I had to break the familiarity with a refusal to take “no” for an answer.

I really am worthless when it comes to doing things like that, since I’ve been having people take care of me forever. I do know how to throw a temper tantrum, and that’s a valuable skill that will even get you helped in the post office. More on Thursday’s DahlCast. My original passport photo taken at Walgreen’s makes me look like a big toe or possibly even a penis. The photo the guy took at the post office looks more like a passport photo (mug shot). Turns out you can send them a digital photo online too. I wish that I’d known that. The original photo is on the home page here at dahl.com. See for yourself.

I am attending the hockey game tonight with Mike Dahl. His car is not done at the Hyundai dealership, so I will be driving my own car down to the game. I was going to bring Mike his car and get back my “drop” car. I accidentally lowered the garage door on my own car yesterday, and it left quite a mark. I thought we had one of those automatic garage doors that senses something in it’s path and reverses. I don’t think ours does that anymore (if it ever did it at all). If my car were a kid he would have been crushed to death. I’m going to have to get the garage door.