I had to cancel a trip to Indianapolis for the 500 and so today I called a couple of my friends in an effort to unload my prepaid downtown Indy hotel room.
One guy – I’ll call him Sid – said he’d like to go but didn’t relish a 10-hour car ride by himself. So he called another of our friends – I’ll call him Ralph – to see if he wanted to go.
Sid called me back. "Ralph would love to go but he can’t. He doesn’t have a passport."
So I said: "He should have gone to the passport office today with Paul Tracy, who managed to get his passport renewed in four hours."
Which is what happened to the "Thrill from West Hill," who found himself marooned in T.O. last night after he discovered he couldn’t get back into the United States.
"I can’t leave Canada, my passport is expired," he "tweeted" last night. "I need to go to the passport office in the morn(ing)."
Early today, he "tweeted" this: "Just got down at the passport office. They said maybe by the afternoon I could pick up the passport."
Then, later in the morning, he transmitted this: "Good news. I can pick up my passport at 12. Going back to Indy."
My passport expired earlier this year and it took me two weeks to get it renewed. Paul Tracy managed to get his renewed between 8 a.m. and noon.
So I figured if Ralph had gone down to the passport office with Paul, and with Paul’s pull, Ralph could have had a passport by tomorrow at the latest and been able to go to Indy with Sid and stay in my room.
But now he can’t.