Trusting Fear

The other night, I got into an Uber in Marietta, Georgia, and settled in for a ride back to my hotel in Atlanta. I thanked the driver for picking me up, and he adjusted his rear view mirror and said in the kind of low, reverent voice reserved for television serial killers, “Thank you for calling me, and for allowing me this blessing for my family.”

The way he said it, he might have meant dinner on the table, or me as dinner on the table. Who knew?

Then he said, “I’m going to give you a really...