“O.K. Joey, go get on the bus,” I said, as the school bus rolled up, two minutes behind schedule. “Hurry! It’s running late. I love you, have a good day.” I watched my son get on the bus, the sun glaring badly off the windshield. I wondered briefly how his driver, Ron, never wore sunglasses. I couldn’t see Ron because of the glare, but in the 4 months that he had driven Joey to school every day, he