In my last days as a high school teacher I had a collateral duty on the back end of a busy parking lot each morning as a reflective human pylon with a flashlight. Those first 15-20 minutes alone under the stars were peaceful and serene. One particular morning back in February 2016, as I watched the dawn creep in from the southeast, I was reminded of another day in February, 15 years earlier. I was stuck in traffic on the way home from a job interview in Dallas. I was at a standstill, so I rolled down my window to watch ...