the good ole days?

This thread stirred up a few memories. Was raised to call anybody the same age as my parents Mr./Mrs. Helped a neighbor, same age as my folks with his race car when I was 18. Used to call him Mr. Razmus. One day, thevery car was fighting us..he was a bit agitated. "Hey Mr. Razmus, I think"....that's about as far as I got before he grabbed me by the throat, pinning me against a wall. He wore Ben Franklin glasses, always at the tip of his nose. He looked at me through his glasses...told me that I am over his house, chugging beer with him, helping with a passion. Told me we are friends...that if I knew what was good for me I would drop the Mr Razmus. Hmmm....my reply was...Ok Mr. Teddy, he wanted me to call him by his first name. I seen the look in his eye...the look that he wanted to kill me...I took off running....bastard threw a hammer at me...sorry for rambling...