When I was a teenager, a boyfriend and I found what we thought was the perfect place for parking. It turned out that it was clean, quiet and safe because it was the edge of a golf course. Someone called the police and they came up quiet as mice only to startle us with their giant flashlights. They lectured us and said they might be contacting our parents later. Children of the 80’s were not armed with cell phones or educated by the Internet, so I went home and called the only person I could think of who would understand, the late-night rock station dj. He counseled me that they would have called our parents on the spot if they had been inclined to do so and that we should choose a better spot next time. That wasn’t a problem, because the incident cured me of any courage to go parking. Do radio stations even have live personalities at night any more?