I went to our little safe to get my birth certificate. (I needed it for some business relating to my mom’s recent death.)
Low and behold, there was an envelope containing two little extra passport photos. I love Ben’s photo. He must have been all of 8 years old. And it was fun to see my goatee. (Missing in action, about four years ago. My kids want me to grow it back.)
When we lived abroad, we always needed extra passport photos. When you’re an alien in other countries, you are required to prove your identity over and over — to many different governmental agencies. The complexity of bureaucracy does not relate to how “modern” a country is. In fact, normally the more modern a country is, the less the bureaucracy. (Maybe that’s a lesson for developing countries!)
So anyway, it’s good to be back home.