Two years ago on a cloudless, sunny day I was driving along highway 166 through southeastern Kansas. I pulled the car along the shoulder, put on my flashers and checked my map to make sure I was on the right road to the small town of Coffeyville, my destination. I don’t think I was stopped for even a minute when a car pulled up behind me. As I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw a middle-aged gentleman get out of his car and approach mine. He asked if everything was okay, or if I needed help. “Nope,” I said....