My 87-Year-Old Dad Weaponized Slowness and Accidentally Sparked a Kindness War

over things they can’t control.”

He turned to me. “They want us to be scared. They want me to look at that boy with the tattoos and see a criminal. They want me to look at my neighbor and see an enemy because of who he voted for.”

He took a deep breath.

“It makes me feel small. It makes me feel useless. I’m 87. I can’t fix the economy. I can’t stop a continue reading …