
Have you ever been asked a question that you didn’t think needed clarification? This was one of those. Isn’t it funny how time slips away? My day started with an honest observation of my teenage son. It was a breakfast cereal kind of question.
I smiled and said when I was his age, it was considered more fashionable and respectable to have crisply ironed clothes wherein the trousers possessed a crease from the waist line to the cuffs of the pants. It was considered proper to have your shirt tail hidden and tucked into your trousers. It was important to have clean underwear on for both hygiene and in case you got rushed to the hospital while your parents were at work. Why? So that other adults would know you were not an orphan and had parents that cared that you were presentable. It was no crime in being poor but you had to have respect of at least yourself, your family and country if nothing else. It was this “respect” thing that made you address adults as sir and ma’am. It didn’t mean that you were subservient, a slave or afraid of anyone but rather that you respected yourself to the point that you gave and demanded respect in return. And if you didn’t get it, then it was the other persons’ shortcomings and not yours. It was equal to a salute. A persons’ bearing, stance, chutzpah, or whatever you want to call “class” spoke louder than what they said.
My son just reminded me today that many don’t have that kind of respect for much anymore. We don’t respect life, liberty or ourselves much. And that is sad. It’s funny how time slips away.
On a separate note, I have changed http://www.blackmanwithagun.com/ and created http://www.kennblanchard.com/ and a new podcast featuring sermons, and music from my new church called http://www.livefromdc.org/ there should be a new episodes coming soon to the Urban Shooter Podcast and Naked But Not Ashamed if you are a fan so stay tuned.
“Why do men over forty tuck their shirts into their trousers?”
I smiled and said when I was his age, it was considered more fashionable and respectable to have crisply ironed clothes wherein the trousers possessed a crease from the waist line to the cuffs of the pants. It was considered proper to have your shirt tail hidden and tucked into your trousers. It was important to have clean underwear on for both hygiene and in case you got rushed to the hospital while your parents were at work. Why? So that other adults would know you were not an orphan and had parents that cared that you were presentable. It was no crime in being poor but you had to have respect of at least yourself, your family and country if nothing else. It was this “respect” thing that made you address adults as sir and ma’am. It didn’t mean that you were subservient, a slave or afraid of anyone but rather that you respected yourself to the point that you gave and demanded respect in return. And if you didn’t get it, then it was the other persons’ shortcomings and not yours. It was equal to a salute. A persons’ bearing, stance, chutzpah, or whatever you want to call “class” spoke louder than what they said.
My son just reminded me today that many don’t have that kind of respect for much anymore. We don’t respect life, liberty or ourselves much. And that is sad. It’s funny how time slips away.
On a separate note, I have changed http://www.blackmanwithagun.com/ and created http://www.kennblanchard.com/ and a new podcast featuring sermons, and music from my new church called http://www.livefromdc.org/ there should be a new episodes coming soon to the Urban Shooter Podcast and Naked But Not Ashamed if you are a fan so stay tuned.

