Thursday, November 26, 2020
THE THIRD UGLIEST WORM
Im watcing a glamorous lass sing in the Scotland hill courtesy of my better half but thing thing running through my head as she sang in a lovely voice was how we let deportment fall away and vanish in the last traces of the garbage. We used to teach our girls, if not our sons, to have beautiful voices. What genetics sometimes failed to do, we could still shape it and while sons can be/are lound noxious obtuse we used to have a deportment class for young ladies. Oh God, can you see anyone trying that now? I was a young lad of the times. It really was another century almost as far away as 1919. This is the world that I grew up in. It's probably not like yours.