Back from the DMV where I dropped off "someone's" papers showing their boat mistakenly registered to me.
(We all knew it wasn't going to be over just by my sending back that little note several weeks ago. Right? Of course right.)
I think I'm extricated from the confusion, but time will of course tell. After dealing with the usual surly front line, a rather nice woman manager type found the problem. My birth date was one number off from the boat owner's (who is apparently a Charles Smith, imagine that) and even though he'd actually paid the registration renewal, the paperwork itself kept coming to me. Oy.