My homepage on my Internet Explorer is set to Google. I have it customized with the latest breaking news, weather and gossip around. While I was working this morning, Gladys, who works with me, was standing over my shoulder. She was wanting me to log into our data entry site and look at something. My Google homepage popped up and while it was loading, I saw that David Carradine had died. I gasped, “Kung Fu dude is DEAD!”

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To set up the scenario, I have to introduce the characters present at that time.

Gladys – My data entry supervisor – mid 40’s.
DeWitte – My boss – mid 40’s.
Chris – My oldest child – mid 20’s.
Me – older than ALL of them!

Gladys’ response: “Oh no! Kung Fu! I remember that show like it was yesterday.”
DeWitte’s response: “No way?! Really?”
Chris’ response: “WHO?”

My face went all spastic while my brain was trying to wrap itself around the fact that my boy knew nothing about Kung Fu. Then I noticed his young, sweet face and realized that he’s too YOUNG to know who Kung Fu dude was!

Enter generation gap.

I kept saying “Kung Fu”, the TV show!!

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I kept saying “Kwai Chang Caine, THE Kung Fu dude!!”

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And I got nothing. Blank stare.

Then Gladys came to my rescue with something much more current, “Kill Bill”.

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Apparently, he was Bill. I wouldn’t know. . . because Kill Bill is not MY kind of movie! I guess I’m just not “with it”.

Anyway, the Generation Gap conversation continued as we discussed his death.

Chris – “Well, he WAS an OLD dude.”
Me – “He was only 72!”
Chris – ‘Yeah! Well, that’s OLD!”
Me – “72 is not old!”
Chris – “Umm, yeah, it is.”

Then it occurred to me that when I was in my mid 20s, I probably thought 72 was old too. But it’s funny now that I’m rapidly approaching those higher digits, suddenly it doesn’t seem so old to me. Until my body tells me otherwise.

Which lead me to this realization: Last night as I was watching So You Think You Can Dance (I LOVE this show), I got up and started dancing my way to the bathroom like I was as young and agile as the hopeful dancers on TV (because IN MY HEAD, I can dance too!). Until my hip screamed at me, “What the HELL! Stop that!” Crack!

Crap! There seems to reign a generation gap between my head and my body, as well as between myself and my son!!!!