My Dad Told Me To Pack My Things And Beg On The Streets On Thanksgiving Night

quiet on holiday weekends, a reduced version of its usual self but still unmistakably itself. Then I walked down to the garage, got into the Tesla, and drove back toward Pennsylvania.

I want to be precise about my reasons, because I have thought about them carefully since. I did not drive back to gloat. I am aware that gloating is the word most people continue reading …