Last weekend, I took my 92-year-old dad to the mall to buy him a new pair of shoes. After wandering through store aisles and finally finding the right pair, we decided to rest and have a meal at the food court. We chose a table beside a teenager with bold, brightly spiked hair—a striking mix of green, red, orange, and blue. My dad noticed him immediately, not with disapproval, but with the quiet curiosity of someone who has seen nearly a century of changing styles and self-expression.
The teen, however, seemed unsure of my father’s intent gaze. After a few minutes, he shifted in his seat and asked, half-joking and half-defensive, “What’s the matter, sir? Never done anything fun in your life?” I held my breath. Even at 92, my dad’s mind is sharp and his words precise. I expected a witty comeback. Instead, he set his fork down gently and met the boy’s eyes with a warm smile.....
