Commentary I walked into a drug store in Manhattan in a nice area not far from the Empire State Building the other day in search of a razor, but there was a problem. The shelf of razors was locked up. A plastic window covered the display, which included the cheap disposable models, not just the fancy brands. As I bent over and peeked through it, I heard a voice to my left, a CVS worker who said, “Sir, if you need anything, let me know and I’ll open it up.” I wandered further through the store and noticed nearly half the goods were under lock and key. Even the ice cream in the freezer was sealed. Another CVS fellow stood at the entrance scrutinizing people coming inside. Later that day, I took the subway back to my rooms on E. 19th Street, catching the #6 in Grand Central at rush …