I tried to get a car insurance policy today in the state of New York, my soon-to-be place of residence. Turns out, back in 1996 when I had a learner’s permit, I was summoned to appear. Neither my mother nor I have any recollection of receiving such a summons; most likely, it was lost in the mail since that was also the year when we moved from New York to Texas. And because I failed to appear, the wonderful Empire State has a permit suspension or some sort of black mark on my driving record and the insurance company can’t write the policy.
Seriously.
1996.
The year Lisa Marie filed for divorce from Michael Jackson. The year the Howard Stern show premiered. The year Alanis Morrissette won a Grammy for Jagged Little Pill. RENT opened on Broadway. Nintendo 64 was released. Jon Benet Ramsey died. Gas cost $1.22/gallon. Bin Laden moved to Afghanistan. Charles and Diana divorced. The IRA bombed the Docklands. The Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. eBay launched. DVDs came out in Japan. And I had a learner’s permit. I couldn’t even drive by myself! How could I have gotten some sort of ticket or driving violation? What on earth could I have been summoned for???
So, next week, when I finally move into my new place, I have to spend Day 2 in the DMV.
To be continued ….
My car looked like this. The AM/FM radio didn't work, the paint was faded, and the AC was broken. But I loved it!
