My brand-spanking new passport arrived today. I am somebody!
Yes, this is very exciting. I can now be reasonably assured that I’ll not be stranded next month when I visit the exotic Pelee Island in what my smart-alecky son calls “Canadia.”
Hey, play the NPR correspondent game: Add a vowel to the front of your first name, then adopt the smallest foreign city you’ve been to as your last name. Behold, I am Adave Pelee. I think I’ll plant that name in some marketing datebase and see where this “name” washes up. “Congratulations, Adave Pelee, you’ve just won a million dollars!”
This passport of course also clears the way for yours truly to become a bona fide globetrotter (as opposed to a Harlem Globetrotter – anybody who came to see me play basketball would demand a refund, and they’d deserve it!). I won’t need this to visit my old haunts in South Carolina, although at times it can seem like a foreign land.