When I was working for the Writers Guild of Alberta, we ended up getting into a “Who has the worst (and therefore best!) ID photo?” discussion during one pub night.
A young writer I knew pulled out his student ID (which, tellingly, he still carried even though he was no longer a student) and I knew I’d probably never see anything as glorious ever again.
I was so taken by his ID photo, I often asked to see it again during boring meetings or in the middle of writing groups, just to lift my spirits.
Because of this, when I had my farewell party a couple years later, Stuart presented me with a framed blown-up image of his ID!
Still one of my favourite gifts of all-time…