As if we needed more on generation gaps

Yesterday the members of the Key Peninsula Pastor's Association were enjoying a pleasant lunch out on our church's back deck. The discussion turned to building projects, and the 'joy' of working with all the various county and state agencies. Said one pastor, "It's like working with the Keystone Cops."

Shift focus to the lone youth pastor at the table. Notice his perplexed facial expression. Hear his query: "The Keystone Cops? Who's that?"

Listen to the wind blow through the trees, the solitary chirping of a bird high overhead, the moment of pregnant silence as everybody else realizes the enormity of what just happened.

I answer: "They're pre-'A-Team.'"

He: "Ahh, okay."

Wait a few more minutes for the universe to regain its equilibrium.

Somewhere, off in the distance, hear a gentle whimpering as the 20th-Century flows further and further away.