Asset-Based Community Development (ABCD) Can Add Value to Any Community
Most trips to the DMV are not fun. On the excitement scale, they rank right around being stuck in traffic and reading junk mail.
But there are exceptions to the rule.
One of those exceptions is when you get your driver’s license for the first time. That was the case for my most recent trip to the DMV, or DVS (Driver and Vehicle Services), as the department is called in Minnesota. Every state has its own name for the Department of Motor Vehicles. For me, it will always be the DMV.
My oldest daughter turned 16. On her 16th birthday, we went to the driver’s exam station in Anoka to take her driver’s test and get her driver’s license. Anoka is about 30 minutes north of Minneapolis, so we left a little over an hour before her scheduled test.
She drove, and we arrived early. It was a beautiful, sunny spring morning. Instead of the usual discontent at the DMV, there was an air of excitement. Around 10 people were in the small driver license center. After waiting 15 minutes, my daughter got the call. Testing time.
While she took her driving test, I walked around outside. A woman asked me about a broken brake light on her car. She showed me a phone number on a piece of paper. English was not her first language. I gave her a few…
