The white van is full of hysteria, not boogeymen

I shamefully have to admit that my husband, John, and I have been participating in a long-standing act of profiling.

It started innocently enough, as these acts often do. It is a game, a kind of new-age slug-bug game when we’re driving together.

Instead of trying to spot the Volkswagon Bug first, we compete to be the first person to point out white vans, and some of the sketchy looking other-colored ones, and say “Un-sub!” because 1) It’s hard to find a VW Bug anymore. And 2) since we first got Netflix a few years ago we’ve watched too many crime-solving movies and TV series —...