I'm encouraged

Doesn't it feel like good manners are pretty much dead? Meg and I watched a Jane Austen classic last night, Persuasion, and for some reason it really stood out to me how different the cultural manners were. And how generally nice theirs were. Well, anyway, all is not lost. As I was driving through downtown Royal Oak tonight, I saw a young man and woman walking arm-in-arm, Jane Austen style. There was a light rain and everything, but they seemed oblivious. They seemed to be enjoying one another in their own world. Well done, mystery man! Gentleman-ness is alive and well.