Beep beep

I almost honked. And then, at the last second—as my hand was hovering over the horn—I saw the newsboy cap and white hair atop the driver’s head. And I smiled sheepishly, mildly chagrined. When the elderly man stepped out of the car, ever so slowly, I motioned to him to cross the parking lot, ahead…

World peace began in the Starbucks line this morning

What causes us to place ourselves at the epicenter of this very big universe? When were we told that we were more special and entitled than the masses? Or, more to the point, perhaps we weren’t told that. Some of us got the message—we’re all in this together. Others of us seem to be making…