Best served cold

As we were driving back to the office in Journal Square from lunch, we came to an intersection. The light was green, but this guy was taking his sweet time crossing the street right in front of us. My dad leaned toward the windshield and flipped the bird until he was past. Passage returned, we drove on.

"That's how I am," my dad said, "but that's not how you are. Don't you do that." He was reasonable. My dad, being the size and color he is, has intimidation on his side. I most certainly do not.

"You don't need to get back at arrogant morons like that. You want revenge? He lives here, and you don't. He has to face himself and others like him everyday, but you can escape. Live well. That's the best revenge."