You’re halfway there (but livin’ on a prayer)

What a trip to the New Jersey DMV reminded me about half measures.

Last month, I stood in line at the DMV clutching a purple folder full of documents like my life depended on it. I was late to trade in my standard driver’s license for a Real ID. Technically, yes, I have a valid passport, so I could still fly, but Douglas had been trolling me for months that he has the “superior form of identification.” (These are the k…