Today on Facebook my cousin's daughter wrote a tribute to her Grandpa who died 25 years ago today. It made me think. When I was growing up in the 1950s, her grandpa and my dad and a few other men I knew were the "good guys." I don't think I know anybody like them now. They had all been fought in WW II. They worked hard, took care of their families, and participated in their communities. None of them were rich (my dad was a farmer and her grandpa did construction). The cussed a little but never said anything obscene. They smoked, they drank occasionally. They were there to help anybody who needed help anytime, anyplace. They did not suffer fools easily but they were never nasty to anybody. They had wonderful senses of humor and people loved to be around them. I know people now who are "nice" people but it is not the same. The nice people I know seem to act nice because it is the right thing to do or because it is expected. The older generation wasn't acting; they just were. Maybe everybody looks better from the perspective of a number of years but I have the feeling that we've lost that kind of person over the years. Or are they there but I just don't ever meet them.-?