From years ago, decades, actually, I determined I cursed way too often and needed to stop. Initially, I thought I sounded like I “meant business”, like “I need to be taken very seriously.” But, if I contemplated the hundred, billion, trillion perfectly good words in the English language and used them, I could speak meaningfully and with a strong point stated instead of uttering shit, fuck, piss, goddamn or hell. Think about it. This can constitute a serious personal challenge, here. I became more effective in communicating my thoughts and I became less foul. At the gym the other day, I saw a couple of guys I regularly see who were cussing up one side and down the other. Five “fucks” per sentence, no less. I felt insulted, revolted by their public vomit of potty mouthed words and almost physically assaulted. And, that is probably what I used to sound like. I wanted to say something to them, but what? I thought any interjection on my part might very well incite riot. I did stare at them, but, unfortunately, they did not notice. Sometimes, the proverbial LOOK stops people in midstream of bad behavior. As I listened, I became even more stunned as I heard “PDN” and “processing”. I realized they meant the bridges from Mexico into El Paso and the processing of pedestrian traffic: these were Customs and Border Protection Officers!! I listened long enough, who could help but not be accosted by their potty mouths and vehement volume? I understand they felt mad. Work conditions on the border reach new lows these days. But, I stood within hearing distance as a retired CBP Officer. What if I were someone they had confiscated drugs from, pulled into secondary for a vehicle inspection,etc. Let’s clean up our act, everyone. We are “on duty” 24 hours a day. Let’s show our professionalism and full capacity for brain function. Let’s challenge ourselves not to stoop to the level of the bad guys we try to apprehend.