I remember a time when we boys would stop in midplay to honour a procession of funeral cars as they slowly drove by. If we were wearing them, we’d remove our hats and the boy who didn’t would later be scolded.
I remember a time when at the end of a movie the picture of Queen Elizabeth II would be projected onto the screen and the entire theatre would pause in midstep to the end of “God Save The Queen.”
I remember a time when, even as a young teen, we never swore in front of girls. The boy who did would be interrupted with, “Hey! There’s girls here, you know.” In 1967, or thereabouts, it all changed. “Fuck” became the word without which young women could not be cool.