A few months ago I was pulled over for speeding. I’d actually seen the cruiser lying in wait, but purposely didn’t slow down, because I figured that would signal a guilty conscience. The first time I was ever pulled over—at age 16—was for going TOO SLOW in the fast lane.  I’d seen the cop behind me and froze.  So this time I deliberately maintained the speed I’d been going, which was only slightly above the posted limit of 40 (what, did you think I was a speed demon?!)   Continue reading No Laughing Matter