My eldest daughter has been losing stuff. She may be able to discuss Socratic political theory she just learned halfway through her senior year of college; but she cannot seem to hang on to her credit cards or driver’s license.

So one of my chores Monday morning was to deliver her to the downtown Department of Motor Vehicles so she could replace her license. As we drove toward the intersection of Sixth and Indiana Avenue NW, I could see cop cars with lights flashing.