The Rosenberg DMV seems to have it all together.  It was a bit daunting as we entered.  We entered our cell number at a kiosk (disappointingly similar to our terrible experience in Livingston).  A waiting area had row upon row of black plastic chairs.  A nearly continuous string of four digit numbers blared across the intercom.   Twenty minutes later our number was called and we headed off to one of the 50 stations manned by Texas’s finest.

My swap out of South Dakota for Texas license was complete in a few minutes.

Kent’s was a bit more complicated.  By the time it was done they had called in three levels of supervisors, he took a written test, and the class A driving test the next morning.   The Class A is the non-commercial CDL, required to pull the trailer in Texas.