What happened to Classy?
I received an email the other day from the fellow whom I displaced as “King of the Mountain” on one of my recent rides. Totally unexpected, not even necessary, but classy.
And I realized how little of that kind of class I see these days. Another example? An eternity ago (pre-marriage!), I was out on a date at a fancy restaurant. A few minutes after we sat down, a waiter delivered a nice bottle of wine. A good friend had arranged for it to be delivered to the table, knowing it was a special event.
Classy and I never forgot it.
So, sure we all act nice and are often very kind to our friends. I think of “classy,” though, as one step beyond. And that one step is something we rarely see.
So, yeah, Class. I’m going to focus on that a bit more.