Send us Fan Mail A staggered line of concrete barriers. Two trucks blocking the highway. Men in coordinated gear holding rifles low, not to reassure you, but to show they don’t need to aim to be in control. We’re riding with Jack as he eases his truck into a checkpoint on I-81 with a woman, a child, and Mr. Rogers pressed tight in the cab, all of them listening for the moment that turns “procedure” into violence. The tension isn’t loud, it’s measured, and that’s what makes it worse. If ...