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

is it still kindness?

My father, meanwhile, had no idea he’d become a local moral crisis.

He didn’t own a smartphone. He still called the remote control “the clicker.” He wrote grocery lists on the backs of envelopes like it was 1973.

When I pulled into his driveway, he was already outside, bent over his porch steps, tightening a screw on the loose railing continue reading …