In response to Mil Misic’s “A shocking rise in the overuse of profanity” (Voice of the people, April 10), I say amen!
Several years ago, my folks in Minnesota started giving their grandson and granddaughter a quarter for every swear word the grandkids heard them say. Although it hasn’t grown into a college fund yet, its amazing effect has been an almost non-existent level of swearing in front of the grandkids and in general.
Granted there is the occasional bad word when discussing Gov. Jesse Ventura’s battle with the legislature or a bad Twins season, but swearing has been reduced nonetheless.
One day at the lake, I saw my nephew, Seth, hiding behind the door to the living room. I asked what was wrong.
“Nothing,” he replied. “I’m just waiting for Papa to swear.”
Here’s to quarters multiplying everywhere!
