As I drove Andrew to soccer practice tonight, he mumbled out loud as he noncommittedly read off billboards that we passed: Ralph’s, Food For Less, etc. Soon he followed with Museum of Tolerance as we passed by it and suddenly he was engaged. “Dad, what does tolerance mean?” he asked earnestly. I was a bit … Continue reading The Intolerance of Tolerance
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