Sorry to be silent for so long; just know that I’m working hard.
Anyway, here’s a quintessential Bawlmer moment, from yesterday: Dusk, a quiet block of rowhouses in South Baltimore. A boy kicks a football, much to the delight of a little girl, who goes skipping and squealing after it. She sees a stranger. “Hi! What’s your name?”
“Laura. What’s yours?”
The girl’s mother comes running up. “What are you doing?”
“I’m talking to this lady. Her name is Laura.”
“Don’t talk to strangers,” the mother chides, grabbing her by the arm. “And that’s _Miss_ Laura.”
Yes. Don’t talk to strangers, but if you do, use the proper Bawlmer form of address.