In the spirit of the president's moving words last night -- I've been yelling "Civility Now!" in my best Frank Costanza voice ever since -- I am pleased to report that when I flipped the bird at that driver who cut me off on South 48th Street this morning, I did so below the car window, so he didn't see it. My renewed effort at being more civil may have been for naught if the guy could read lips, but it's a start.