My Canadian Passport had expired and I had already tried once when I was in Sussex, New Brunswick last May. I filled out all of the required papers, had the appropriate photos taken and affixed to the application, made the correct arrangements for payment and mailed it off. Four months later, the Passport still hadn’t arrived, so I called the Canadian Passport Office. I gave them all of the tracing information possible to give and finally the attendant on the other end of the line said, “We have no record of your Passport application.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I replied. “How is such a thing possible?” I wanted to know.
Oh, they lose stuff all the time. You’ll have to reapply.”
“You’re kidding?” So I did. I spent most of the day driving a Gallagher Garage loaner, an old Malibu that I nicknamed the blister, trying to re-file my application. (If the Gallagher’s read this I don’t want them to think that I’m ungrateful. It sure beats the other car they were planning to loan me. The Malibu ran like a charm. As I understand it, the other choice is now at the dump waiting to be squashed.) It turns out that the only way to do it was to go right downtown and present the application in person at the main Passport office. So after standing in line twice, I submitted the forms, slapped my hands together and took a couple of shots of Canada’s Parliament Buildings on the way back to the Frankishes.