My first car was a 1957 Chevy, one of the all-time-great muscle cars. I bought it in 1964-the year of the first great election. It was decorated with a number of “Goldwater for President” and AUH2O bumper stickers. One evening around 3 AM as I was heading home and going a tad over the speed limit on one of Staten Island’s broader boulevards, I noticed in my rear view mirror flashing lights that were rapidly gaining on me. As I slowed down and waited for the inevitable “pull over,” it never came. The patrol car pulled up next to me and as I rolled down my window the officer shouted: “Anyone with those bumper stickers can’t get a ticket.” It was with a sense of gratitude that I pulled the lever for Barry that November.