It works for me
Although I have read many of the comments to the original post, the author describes perfectly how I grew up in Columbus, Ohio. It was inconceivable to me that I would talk back to my parents. Mores required that you be polite, said please, held doors and addressed adults as "sir or ma'am." When a woman entered the room, you stood. I feel blessed that I grew up during the 60's when we created civil rights litigation, enjoyed the folk music and had the courage to protest a hideous and useless war. We respected teachers, police and authority. There has been no other generation like ours, and probably never will be. Kudos to the author of this post.
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