September 15, 1993
Daniel J. Travanti
I was confused by the “03” under expiration date on my new passport. The passport is green. The print is strong, neat, and sure of itself. The pages are official, formal, proud. It feels like a serious, demanding document. The number didn’t make sense. How could they have made a mistake; marred the perfect surface? All the way up in the elevator, then I got it. Ten years from now! It’ll be sixty-three. It will be 2003. Two thousand. The year TWO THOUSAND.