The good men and women of the police forces in southern California would really like me to have current registration. Their first hint was ticket #1 found under my left windshield wiper Tuesday after work. The second hint was ticket #2 found the next morning under my right windshield wiper outside where I live. But I think the one that finally hit home was yesterday evening when I was pulled over after waiting at a stop light with a cop behind me. He asked to see my license and registration. Instead I handed him the 2 tickets, told him that the dmv had sent my registration to the wrong address and it was still trying to find me. He looked at the 2 tickets, smiled and told me to take care of it soon. He handed them back to me and I had to ask, ‘Dude! What’s the deal? Did you get some kind of mandate that said to watch out for Leah and make sure she pays out the nose while the dmv plays forwarding tag with her mail?’ He didn’t smile. He said, ‘Well, it’s expired. Have a nice day.’