The Public Eye

Oh, for the good old days when young people knew how to behave.

Back then, you didn’t see or hear any of this jubilant caterwauling by those just freed from the secondary education system. There were no pickup trucks whose cargo beds were loaded with 17- year-old bobbleheads, and there was no waving, whistling and finger pointing at pedestrians of the opposite sex.

Not at all, because people in my generation, or actually those who came right before mine, were too busy for that sort of nonsense. They had other things to attend to, like rioting.

It needs to be said that this wasn’t rioting over some lame cause or just for the lack of anything else to do, it was rioting for something really, really important: beer.

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