About 15 years ago, I sat in a classroom in a one-horse, no-high-school town in New Jersey as the clock struck midnight. I was a reporter covering a school district reorganization meeting that had begun at 6 p.m. Friends a few miles away texted, wondering why I had to stay at the meeting until the building was empty when I’d already been there for six hours. The best I can explain it is to reference the famous joke in Europe about why the sun never set on the British Empire: Because God couldn’t trust the English in the dark. Thanks to the state’s Sunshine Law, these school board meetings had to be public. So, the meeting was mostly a filibuster, designed to wear down anyone with children in the district’s public schools who would be interested in being there but also need to get home at some point. It was also designed to wear down the young, modestly paid reporters who would be covering such a meeting. I was the last person in the audience, and I wasn’t about to abandon my post. The meeting finally ended at 12:40 a.m. I left at 12:45. If the Sunshine Law was to mean anything, it was that you couldn’t let the sun set on teachers unions, because you surely couldn’t trust them in the dark. If that sounds harsh, it is appropriately so. Thanks to the Garden...