The good old days
To finish things we had a long conversation about the state of the life in the U.S. of A.
I won't give away too much, 'cause when the story runs in a week or so you guys can read the whole thing at The Miami Herald.
But I will say this: at one point in the conversation we began talking about "young folks." It was a little ironic, considering he is 70, and I'm a little less than half that.
But what we did was raise a rhetorical question: Why don't youngsters have any humility anymore?
Big Daddy, I know you're gonna tell me that I'm being too old-fashioned and uptight for even asking, because we were all a little cocky when we were teenagers.
But I'm not talking subservient attitudes. I mean back in the day when we'd be talking smack in a group and a senior citizen would walk by. It was like the gray hair and wrinkles triggered temporary good sense in us and made us bite our tongues until they had passed. Same goes for our posture. We stood up straighter when an old person or a woman walked by, even if it lasted only a second and we slouched again as soon as they had passed. If an adult - the exception being everybody's drunk Uncle Willie - asked us something, we may have been seething and sulking inside but we answered with a straight face...at least until they walked away. Kids are cockier now. And no one's gonna convince me it's 'cause life is worse for 'em than it was for us 20-, 30-, 40-, and 50-somethings. I also don't necessarily believe it's 'cause they have more legitimate reason to be cocky. So your average teenager can set up a set up electronic devices and download cooler ring tones. So what?
I thought about this rhetorical question as I sat and waited for my train ride home this evening. after watching a group of teenagers laugh boisterously at an old man who staggered and nearly fell. The same group was cussin' up a storm as a woman who could've been any one of their mothers approached and stood near them on the platform. You think they piped down or got bashful about their language around her? Not for a second. A janitor trying to sweep the platform asked the boys if they could help him out by letting him sweep where they stood. They stared him down till he hung his head and slinked away.
We messed w/people when I was a teenager. But there was a time. Maybe not always a place. But we knew when to turn off the attitude.
I'm getting old.