Road Trip

We all are up early this morning, courtesy of the state of New Jersey.

It seems that in my spare time, I need to travel 45 miles from our house to a state government office and verify the fact that I  am citizen of the state of New Jersey.

Never mind that I am registered and have actually voted here, worked not one but two positions here, lay my head on my pillow in my home in the Garden State…they need proof.

  
Well, there in my black bag is my entire life in the state of New Jersey. Past history in this state has proven you can give them the world in documents but they’ll always ask for one more. This bag has everything but the kitchen sink. So for this morning, I’ll be Don(na) Quixote, tilting my lance at governmental windmills