‘I was raking the front lawn of our home in northern Virginia on an unseasonably warm afternoon a few days after Christmas. A white Nissan Sentra drove past. Then it stopped. I noticed the car backing up ever so slowly. It stopped again, this time right in front of me. The passenger side window slowly scrolled down. A woman in the passenger seat smiled brightly. Then the man in the driver’s seat leaned forward, so that he could see around her, and shouted out: “Go Bills!”’