Slow, old and stupid. After twisting myself up into knots, I went back to his phone and plain as day it offered to share its location with me. So I think I actually got it done!
Now if the DMV actually talks to him Tuesday (his 88th birthday is Wednesday) during his license renewal, instead of just having him read the eye chart and pay, I’ll be happy. (He doesn’t know our address and can’t answer that sort of question). If that doesn’t pan out I’ll have Reata Glen report him so I and his doctor have plausible deniability. Actually shows no impairment driving, but can’t find his underwear every morning (pull-ups live in the bathroom not the dresser, and that information refuses to stick in his mind) so it’s long past time to give up his license. He has been fighting me tooth and nail on no freeway driving, so had to cancel Easter with my mother. I’ll instead go alone for Mother’s Day next month.