Navigating issues with my mom, an avowed Trump fan

I recently had the occasion to be in a hired car with my 85-year-old mother heading to a funeral. The driver was a nice 50-something blue-collar, early retiree.

Like us he was Italian-American. Quite a pleasant conversationalist. And most importantly, a relaxed driver amidst the insanity that is the Garden State Parkway and New Jersey Turnpike.