The weave of laws and regulations around Burning Man continues to increase. A new one that I was mostly able to ignore last year but that was aggressively followed this year required everyone have their ID handy when ordering a drink. Drinks are free, you know. Lots of people give to the Burn by setting up a bar and giving away booze. The bars were sometimes three deep and pumping all day and night. Since the interpretation wasn't about being 21 and over, it was about whether or not the server asked for ID, this made for a lot of driver's licenses being flashed around.
Mine disappeared sometime after I put it in my pants pocket. Pants? Yeah, I wore pants Wednesday night, white slacks with white fur striping and a white fur belt and a white fur vest. I kept my CDL in the hip pocket until it chose another path. I managed to drink after that, I just had to be friendly and speak such that they knew I was obviously not law enforcement.
Back home I couldn't be bothered getting over to the DMV for a replacement. I really didn't have a spare couple of hours to get a card I hardly ever use. Not even when using a credit card do I get asked for it as often as I used to. But I was going to get around to it "pretty" soon.
Weekend voicemail from ex wife: "Hey, your driver's license came in the mail. You're going to have to stop going places, man."
I never even hinted in this blog about the trip to New Orleans that took place in April. Sorry, I was busy. Short version, I lost my wallet. Whether in a cab or at an outdoor table at the Louisiana Pizza Kitchen I couldn't say. It was gone ... until a week later when it showed up at the address printed on my driver's license, everything still in it, even the cash. My ex wife, whose address that is, and who had taken note of my supposedly good karma within weeks of meeting me, surely made reference to that when she saw this. Well, here it was again.
I'd get a new CDL and then perform an experiment of tossing this one on a street somewhere, but I already know it won't work. Such an overt test of karma is guaranteed to undermine it. Better I appreciate good luck twice, and let the gods understand I will never deliberately test them.
For the first and unknown person, thanks.
For the second, I have her name and an envelope from her presumed employer, but will probably just let it go.
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For the second, I have her name and an envelope from her presumed employer, but will probably just let it go.
Good call. Anything else, and there's a potential for creepiness.
I've returned a couple of company i.d. cards to people--the kind that clip on your belt, and have the line, and little retractor? I lost mine once, and it was returned to me. WHo would want access to wander around inside the downtown phone company building? It's just depressing.
Cool. People can be awesome. :)
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