THESE TIMES

File this one under “Beware of trucks bought from Canadian mines.”

Mrs. Ericson and I were nearing her car in a parking lot a couple of weeks ago. She was several steps ahead of me when she depressed the button on her key fob several times to unlock the car door, to no effect.

A fellow standing on the running board of a utility truck about 50 feet away started making noise, directed at us. The man’s truck was a working person’s rig, not one of those spotless Ford F-150s people buy to “protect themselves” from crazy drivers. The truck bed was filled with tools and construction ge...