Henry jokingly told the woman at the DMV the story of how his car had broken down, and how on his walk home that night he’d lost his wallet and how someone had found it but stolen all his money, his debit card and driver’s license; the woman at the DMV appreciated Henry’s story so much that she felt sad it should end and calmly informed him that he’d gotten old and would need to see an eye doctor for glasses before the state would issue him a new license.

Though I tried a few times over the years, I could never read any of the Rabbit books by John Updike because they sounded so disturbingly like real life and seemed to presage my future.

Henry’s freaking me out the same way lately.

P.S.  Updike made wagonloads of money off those books, so I hope you’re taking notes.

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