I'm driving along Route 128 outside Boston with my mind operating just above the coma level, surrounded by the usual crashing roar of crazed Massachusetts drivers, when suddenly a guy in a green Toyota whistles by me and I notice his license plate: IM GAY. For a brief instant, I think it is an exotic plate from someplace like Taiwan, but no, it's a plain old domestic plate that I quickly file away in my growing collection. . .