Los Angeles cop Jack Dunphy discovers widespread courtesy in the Midwest. An excerpt:
Our seats for the game were on the upper level, and as we approached the escalator I was amazed at the way people queued up for the ride upstairs. At Dodger Stadium, there would have been a mass of people squeezing and jostling and elbowing others aside, but the St. Louis folks just formed a line, two by two, and patiently waited their turn. It looked as though no one even considered barging the queue. (I’ve noticed the same behavior at Wrigley Field in Chicago, home to some of the nicest people--and worst politicians--to be found anywhere in the country.)
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