A Funny Thing Happened at the Tag Office

Traumatic Brain Injuries can have good days, too.

We had four days to renew my husband’s handicapped placard before the old one expired. Actually, make that three days because the office is closed on Christmas Day.

The tag office we used to go to was damaged by flood waters in one of Daytona Beach’s hurricanes. Now we drive from the mainland to beachside and go to the Ocean Center that is THE convention center and concert hall. Elton John and Toby Keith performed there. Not at the same time. That would be confusing.

When it’s empty, the Ocean Center’s lobby and hallways have amazing acoustics that I never noticed when it’s is full of people.

Today, the only people on the building was my husband with a traumatic brain injury, me, and 15 other people waiting their turn.

Ever since he recovered from his TBI, my husband changed from a conservative, reserved soul to that kid you have to remind not to talk to strangers. He has no filter. I used to get embarrassed by his boisterous, outgoing personality. Now I chalk it up to that’s my new husband of eight years. Love him or leave him.

“Where you from?” When he asks this question, he really wants to know where you lived before moving to Florida. Most people who ask that question don’t care. They’re making…