|James “Jimmy” Stewart*|
Gentlemen. Are they an endangered species? And, if so, whose fault is it?
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: