Ben Montgomery: TAMPA — Stanley Mayausky steps to the counter at the Department of Motor Vehicles. The man behind the desk recognizes his face.
"Good luck today, sir," he says.
Stanley takes a seat against a wall and waits to be called. He wipes sweat from his forehead. He has walked 2 miles this morning, down Bruce B. Downs Boulevard, from his home to the DMV. It's a walk the 79-year-old has made before. The soles of his shoes are worn thin.
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