Back during the Blackout of 2003, I was living in lower Manhattan and one particular scene never left my mind. Walking home from work, with throngs of other New Yorkers, every single intersection was a snarled mess with no traffic lights. Horns were blaring, pedestrians squeezed in between cars to get through, drivers in the cars were yelling at everyone. We all just kind of shook our heads and kept moving, except for one guy walking a bit in front of me. He had the blue-button-down-shirt-and-khakis uniform of the average Manhattan-office-worker dude, and at one of the intersections, he threw [...]