Ten years ago this month, I moved from Los Angeles to Washington, D.C., to attend graduate school. It was like moving to a foreign country where they happened to speak English and use the same money. A decade later, I thought I had assimilated to the East Coast. After all, I have a graduate degree, talk fast, and rarely wear flip-flops anymore. Earlier this week my husband mentioned someone named Cal. All I could hear in my head was the jingle “Go See Cal” of car salesman Cal Worthington.