Character
When I was a kid, we were taught that we never addressed an adult by their first name - they were Mr. or Mrs. so-and-so. We understood that it was disrespectful to call them by their first name. That may seem trite to some now, but back in the 50’s and 60’s, you rarely heard about kids shooting others, looting churches or bombing schools. It never even crossed our minds. We were taught to respect our elders, regardless if we agreed with them or not. In many ways, life was just simpler back then. Yes, we drank and used drugs during the "hippie" generation, but the thought of violence or destruction toward others, was for the most part, absent from our thinking. I may have been sassy and talked back to my mom, but when my dad "got home," I was reprimanded and paid a dear price. How things have changed. I was in a store yesterday, trying to check out in a very long, disoriented line, when a dad with his screaming kid, stepped in back of me. I looked at the chil