I was leaving the neighborhood in my pick-em-up truck when I noticed a middle-aged woman walking her dog. She was of what used to be call an average built, but now days would pass for skinny. What grabbed my attention was that she was wearing some very short shorts. She had bent over from the waist to clean up after her pet, and her derriere, encased in the bare minimum, was pointed directly at me. I waffled between staring and not looking.
This brought up a childhood memory. My mother had a book of etiquette in the house. There are several from that period, but for some reason I remember it as being Emily Post’s book, Etiquette. It may have well been another author, but that one pops to mind. They appear to have been fairly Continue reading “Childhood Memories of Emily Post”
