THE EDITOR, Sir: MY TIMELY arrival for a meeting on Friday morning (April 4 ) at a prominent business place at the corner of Cargill Avenue and Half-Way Tree Road was delayed by a "massive" of Calabar students. The source of my delay was not that they were obstructing traffic, or that they were being boisterous but a feeling of nostalgia as I gazed at the Calabar supporters. You see, I am a Calabar Old Boy (class of 1976) and seeing this green and black flag-wielding "massive" brought back memories of what my generation of Old Boys like to refer to as the glory days of C-Bar. The days when we won Champs, Manning Cup, Table Tennis and Basketball (yes basketball). The days when you said with pride that I attended Calabar High School or I am a C-Bar old boy. I stood there transfixed as a flood of memories came rushing back. The chant-ing of school cheers in the Chapel, being clad in green and black, the bus trip to Cross Roads where classmates met and then walked to the National Stadium in a similar "massive" wielding our flags and seeking support as we made our way up Tom Redcam and Arthur Wint Drive. This feeling of nostalgia was brought to an abrupt end by a slew of expletives by a member of this "massive". For whom it did not matter that he could clearly be identified as a student of my beloved C-Bar, it did not matter that his words were clearly uttered in the presence of an adult who looked straight at him. He simply looked at me and uttered a few more. I proceeded to my meeting feeling a sense of disappointment and yes, shame. The business successfully completed; a discussion ensued on the breakdown of values and attitudes in the society. When did it all happen? How did it happen and how can we stop it? Naturally the news that this same "massive" (or a similar one) had invaded and disrupted classes at the Holy Childhood High School only added salt to the wounded school pride. Sadly, we concluded that our generation must take the blame. We are the generation that should have reinforced the values and attitudes that we were honed on. We are the generation that has allowed civility to take a back seat to crass and boorish behaviour. We are the generation that paraded our political flags from buses and cars with no respect for fellow road users. The chickens have indeed come home to roost; a child lives what he learns. I am, etc., HOWARD O.M. LEWIS howardomc@yahoo.com P.O. Box 430 Kingston 8