When I was visiting my friend Nick at his new home in Brooklyn, I spent a few mornings walking along the water near (and under) the Verrazano Bridge. On the same trip, I heard a woman talking about how drunk-driving arrests are much stricter these days than they were when she was a young drinker. She said she'd be partying with friends in Staten Island and when she'd head home to Brooklyn, she'd be so looped that she couldn't maneuver her car through the bridge's toll booths. Today, she'd be apprehended. Back then, the toll booth attendants would emerge to guide her so she could manage to make it through and continue on her way home. Times have changed. And, mercifully, so has she.