Security, Fear, and National ID Cards: “Like every kid from Queens who started exploring the streets of Manhattan as an adolescent, I knew just where to go … Times Square, or what’s left of it. I walked into the first place with a sign that said ‘Photo ID.’ For US $20 and about 15 minutes of conversation about the relative merits of DSL and cable modems (the youth of New York City still share some common interests with those of us twice their age), I found a process that’s as painless as it is security-free.”