I’m up in Toronto today. Yesterday, over lunch, several of us were talking about the urban planning scene here. It hasn’t gotten as bad as it is in America, but the Canadians are feeling the pressure to drive three times as far as they need to to avoid curbs and landscaping. They know the politicians hope the obstacle courses will make everybody hate driving enough to get on their bikes and fight the obesity crisis and diabetes. I told how I got a lot of ugly looks one time when I remarked to a table of planaholics, “Even Communism looks good on paper!” The man sitting next to me, who had only been in the country a few years, was not amused. He replied very somberly, in his deep, Slavic accent, “Oh, no. Not communism.”