Something else died yesterday morning. No, don't mean Terri Schiavo, that "vegetable" the portside media has been telling us has been deceased all along. What died was trust. To say that it had been at death's door for many years is a truism. But yesterday the trust plighted by men and women through the ceremony, sacrament to some, of marriage, shuffled off a remainder of its mortal coil. You've heard the knell for days, on the subways, the ferryboats, and in the polls. "Well, after all, he was a young man. Why shouldn't he find a life for himself, another...