The television programming at the gas pump was very upbeat as I helped the gas industry notch up more record profits.
Took a trip downtown to get a copy of my birth certificate.
The city was still from the heat, with a few folks hanging under shade as I walked to the records department.
The process was simple… Tap details into a kiosk, swipe card and take receipt to the window for the printed copy. I’m not used to such efficiency.
Grabbed some lunch and a few photos and made my way back home.
