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Years ago, as elementary students at a tiny country school, our bus driver took us to school in his huge station wagon. That meant we kids got to talk with him for an entire hour – both ways. Good-natured and chatty, he would entertain us as he drove. True stories, gigantic whoppers, or funny gossip, it was all fair game to that man.

One such story went much like this. “I’ve always obeyed the laws. Even as a teenager. I remember driving along one day, and a policeman pulled me over. I asked him why. He proceeded to tell me I was illegally driving down the middle of the highway. I info...