<p>Just before the place became a toney enclave of the mega rich, years ago I was invited to a picnic in Medina. Lost my way momentarily driving around looking for the boss’s house. Very few gated homes or fences around then. And I didn’t see a cop that entire day. A few years later I applied for a job (a rather nice one) with the City of Medina governent (city hall was about as big as my parents’ one-car driveway, however). While the lakefront beach behind city hall seemed to be open to anyone, as I drove away I noticed a couple of new McMansions being erected, several yards from the curb and complete with rather imposing stone or concrete walls encircling the property. Guess I couldn’t go joy-riding or job searching today without a suspicious glance from neighbors and the local constabulary.</p>