More than a decade ago, I was working for a small community newspaper in a great little town where people were active, and not much was going on. The community was nearly a century old, and many of the traditions and life hadn’t changed much during that time. One morning, however, people were driving into downtown as part of their daily routines when they stopped dead in their tracks. At a small intersection, a circle of sand bags had appeared, and they didn’t know what to do. City Hall was flooded with phone calls … what is up with the sand bags? Was the street flooding? Was it stopping people from driving into a sinkhole? Was the town at war? In the end, the mystery was solved with a single sentence: It’s a roundabout. The intersection it was placed in was just a few feet from another …