My father had a saying which he passed down to me, “I’m not always right, but I’m never wrong.” A little more than a week ago, I wrote a post titled “Matt Walsh Deserves Black Thanksgiving” in which I took apart his arguments for ending early store openings on Thanksgiving day. I did it without mercy and with the spite meter dialed up to eleven. I’ve had a change of heart, and I am here to say I’m not right. In fact, and not for the first time, I may actually be wrong. My epiphany happened just last night, after...
