Forbes columnist Bill McCuddy and his wife, who have a home in the Hamptons, were driving behind me last weekend and noticed that my tail lights were out. “Do you have a compact car with New Jersey plates?,” he asked in an e-mail sent last night. “My wife saw someone with his/her rear lights not working pulling into Enclave Inn” — where I was staying — “and came thisclose to pulling in after and telling them. Sorry. And next time call me to bail you out.”
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