I was so proud of this little town today. You see, when I was a child I knew that if a funeral procession came into view, my Grandpa Carl would pull the car to the right, stop, take his fedora off (what, you think he left home without one?), place it over his heart until the last car had passed, and pray for the deceased. It was the right thing to do.
This morning I was headed out to do some errands when I saw the approach of a funeral cortege. We were on a 4-lane street, so there was no question of it being able to pass unobstructed. Much to my surprise, 14 cars pulled to the right and stopped until the entire procession had passed. I had thought the custom had been forgotten in today’s society. Grandpa Carl would have been proud today, too!