banks like IDs

7.5 hours to go according to mapquest. we're at a hampton inn in frederick, md & dado is passed out. we finally rolled in here at 10:30– i think he usually goes to bed at 9.

i didn't get out of boston till 10:30, due to me being a dumbass and renting a car from a place at logan– which actually isn't remotely near logan. whatever. damn airport.
after the requisite getting turned around, i made it to dado's 'hood by 3. he really has no belongings, so i really didn't need to park at the public garage 2 blocks away. buh-bye $20. after i threw is 2.5 bags into the cavernous trunk, we dropped by his hsbc bank to close his accounts and all that. which was impossible.

the whole reason we're having to drive him to texas, rather than take a plane like all the other miserable airline passengers, is that he has no photo ID. to get a photo ID when you've never had one before, you need SIX forms of identification. dado has like, 4. and since his birth certificate wasn't exactly done correctly in 1920 ("Baby Hurley" instead of "John Hurley") it doesn't exactly count as ID. he's gone through the application process for a corrected birth certificate, but the best they could do is "Boy Hurley" which friggin doesn't help a thing, unless by "help" you mean "irritate".

so he's never going to have a photo ID. this is clear. and apparently didn't matter until the past 2 decades. but this presents a problem at the bank when you want to close the accounts with your life savings in them. (no hsbc's in texas, btw.)

but after an hour we worked it out.

we drove about 6 hours after that. some random stuff i picked up:
he doesn't like sinatra, cash, elton john or any of that modern music. just 1940's and a little 1950's. in a few minutes, i'm going to check itunes for 1940's hits & try and make a cd.

his two parents were both born around 1892 & came over to the US in 1919. His dad was from Cork county and his mom was from Galway.

he doesn't feel sentimental about nyc (he says) because all his boys he used to talk sports with have died. excpt "george". and george is just 60-something; he was the youngest of the guys.

i think he never wore a seatbelt till today. it seems his interest in them has more to do with the possible fine than with anything safety-related. i also got to explain the correlation between a driver hitting his brakes and the taillights lighting up. :)