|James "Jimmy" Stewart*|
Perhaps it's another one of our oft heard laments about the end of good manners, the death of politesse, the e-mail over the handwritten note, the cell phone ringing in the middle of a funeral (yes, twice), the unreturned message, the lack of courtesy on every level. . . Some blame feminism, but I don't buy that excuse.
Or, is polished behavior mere veneer and not the real deal?
I'm not sure, what do you think? I am willing to compromise however, if I can't have the genuine model I'll take good manners with good grace.
I've known a few: My father, Philip Miller, Lawrence DeVine, Robert Olen Butler, Arnaud de Baillencourt, My-Reason-For-Living-In-France and my dear, dear friend, James, who agreed -- after much prodding -- to write today's post.
James is a true gentleman, courteous, honest, direct, kind and sometimes curmudgeon-y, which I think is a charming ingredient in the cocktail.
Here is what James, Man of the 50s , has to say: