Driving in to work Sunday morning I passed four police cars, lights blazing, parked outside a house which is far from any town, in the woods. In the driveway three police officers were apparently making small talk with a long-haired man, laughing and apparently feeling quite relaxed. The long-haired man was in handcuffs, hands behind his back, talking with the officers. A fifth police car was arriving just as I passed. Such law-enforcement muscle, flexed to relieve us of so trifling a threat.