At work, I called the IRS about my identity theft problem. It took an hour, mostly of waiting on the phone to resolve. Now you may be thinking that I ripped off my employer for an hour of his time, but, as it turns out, one of my colleagues is working on identity authentification issues and she was very interested in learning about my problem and how I was going to resolve it. Fortunately for me (and unfortunately for her), the whole mess was a misunderstanding. The IRS apparently raises alarms whenever there is a social security number that is used twice on tax returns. I goofed up my daughter's return and that goof caused my return to be rejected. The IRS was very helpful about the whole thing. I did have to wait 20 minutes to talk to a human being but the human being I got was helpful and articulate.
So, no crashes, no killer pick ups, no identity theft. I am on a roll baby.
|Big Mess at the Bottom of the Bridge to Rosslyn|
Having survived that little ordeal, I sailed home with a lusty tailwind. Or maybe it was gusty. In any case I wasn't working very hard and I was covering a whole lot of ground.
|South Royal Looking South towards the Wilson Bridge|
|Passage through the Barricade|
The rest of the ride was literally a breeze. I nearly went off the trail down near Morningside Lane because I was looking up into the trees to see a bald eagle. I am pretty sure the Morningside nest is in use so I hope to make an eagle siting soon. Unfortunately, in the process of looking for the eagle I nearly went off the trail. No eagle. No crash. Knock wood.
Some how I managed to arrive home in one piece.