Dearest Gentle Readers - It has come to this author’s most reliable attention that the streets of our fair city have been positively scandalous of late — though not, I regret to inform you, in the delightfully dramatic fashion of a ballroom intrigue. No, dear reader. The true villains of the season are those brazen few who believe a stop sign is merely a suggestion, that speed limits are whimsical décor, and that leaving valuables in plain sight is an invitation rather than a temptation. How very bold. Let it be known that safe driving, locked doors, and sober decisions are far more fashionable than citations, court dates, or a most awkward ride in the back of a patrol vehicle. Truly, nothing ruins one’s social standing faster than appearing in the blotter. Yours in vigilance, Lady Whistledown.