Sometimes the generation gap in my family feels like a canyon.
Case in point: Last Saturday, I took our 13-year-old son to see a Chattanooga Red Wolves soccer game. As the home team walked onto the field, the PA system played Elvis Presley’s lyrical ballad: “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
“Wow,” I said, “I can’t believe they are playing Elvis.”
“Who the heck is Elvis?” my son asked, taking a swig from his bottle of water.
At first, I was startled by his question. But why?