I went to college many years ago at Washington College in Chestertown, on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. Life on the eastern side of the Chesapeake Bay is like a different world from the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C., where I grew up: a much slower pace, fewer people, more agrarian. I remember marveling that at the town’s one stoplight (there are more now as the village has grown), when the light turned green, the driver of the first car (if in fact there was more than one car in line) would proceed in due time in a leisurely fashion, and the other motorists would patiently wait to go. What’s the rush? Imagine that scenario playing out in my hometown of Rockville, or any densely populated suburb. I have a lot of fond memories of W.C., as it was then known (today it is referred to as WAC). Everything was in walking distance, so many of us didn’t have cars, at least until junior or senior year. We would walk to friends’ off-campus house on Saturday nights to watch a new gro...