Here in Maryland, it’s homecoming season. I have three teenagers. Plans are being made for “the ask” (the over-the-top production of how one goes about asking their chosen date to attend) “the dress”, (self-explanatory) and “the ride” (who will have the most memorable limo arrival). All harmless high school fun, right? And the limo, while it may be pompous, does hold a certain “well, at least they won’t be driving” attraction for us worried parents, right? Maybe not.