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“Hi guys!” said the waitress.
She was speaking to me and my mother. The restaurant was the Olive Garden, and it was in the mid-1990s. I felt affronted on two levels. First, it was far too informal a way to refer to patrons; unforgivably familiar, really. Second, I was not there with one of my “guy” friends at all. I was there with my grey-haired, sixty-something year-old mother. Read more …
Mad Men Jumps the Gefilte Fish
Part One: Missed Collegiality
“Only act with Honourable Men: You can trust them and they you. Their honour is the best surety of their behaviour even in misunderstandings, Read more …