The term ‘generation gap’ was coined during the tumultuous Post WWII years, as the focus of the American media swung from the conquerors of the Axis Powers to their spawn, the Baby Boomers.

Bing Crosby gave way to Elvis and the King was deposed by the Beatles, as each succeeding wave of teenagers attempted to assassinate the influence of the previous generation and I find myself adrift in a sea of ignorance when it comes to popular culture.

My last landfall was Nirvana.

The year was 1991, so I was surprised when my nephew called from U Penn in the Spring of 2010 with a request to meet Taylor Swift.

“Huh?” It’s the only Neanderthal word to survive their extinction.

“Uncle Bubba, don’t tell me you have no idea who Taylor Swift is?” My nephew’s voice was rimed with youthful pity.

“Let me guess. She’s not a go-go dancer?” I once knew everything about pop culture.