Mr. Manners
(WorldNews Music)

A few lifetimes ago — meaning a few months ago — when cramming into a diner on a Sunday morning remained obligatory rather than forbidden, a spirited, intergenerational debate erupted as a result of behavior regulated by Miss Manners rather than Dr. Fauci. “You need to put in earbuds,” I instructed a young man whose music disrupted conversation with my brunch companions. “Mind your own business,” he responded. Instinctively, I rose, approached, and informed him that he made his music my business by opting to blare it. “You don`t know me,” he repeatedly retorted in non sequitur and self-parodic fashion. “I don`t want to know you,” I replied. “I want you to turn off your music.” Subscribers,...