I was driving north on I-95 Saturday morning and fast-moving SUV passed me in the left lane. The guy in the passenger seat gave me a shocked and wicked look, as if I’d committed a terrible traffic faux pas. But no. I had done nothing of the kind.

I noted his vehicle’s license plate said Michigan. At first, it didn’t register, but after a few more seconds it did. I have a “Go Big Red” license plate frame on my vehicle.