One of the most disturbing hallmarks of growing older is the sad and shocking realization that younger people don't relate to your cultural touchstones.
This realization was never more evident to me than this week. Because this week, Shirley Temple died.
The minute I saw the headline crawl across the bottom of my tv screen, I was stunned. The news hit me like an earth shattering event. Shirley Temple gone?
Immediately, the world was suddenly sharply divided into people who know and care about Shirley Temple and people who don't. Sadly, I've discovered that I may be in the minority.
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