I am in my 72nd year. The other day, I was travelling on a crowded Ulsterbus to Newtownards.
At Ballyhackamore, a covey of Bloomfield Collegiate pupils boarded; at Knock, a band of youngsters from Campbell College.
Imagine my amazement when one of the girls actually gave up her seat to a boy.
However, she then proceeded to sit on his knee until another seat became vacant.
As I was leaving the bus on the outskirts of Ards, I addressed the youth thus: "I was at Campbell for five years during the 1950s and often travelled home by bus.
"But, in all that time, I never had an attractive girl sit on my knee, or, for that matter, any girl at all, more's the pity."
This not only gave rise to general merriment among their contemporaries, but it was also heartening for me to realise that not all change is for the worse.