A sure indicator I’m aging is when road tripping with a lovely lass, and excitedly pointing out “Right there is where that cool iconic scene from that cool iconic movie was shot!” … and she not only doesn’t know the cool iconography … she also only knows Indiana Jones from “the movie with the glass head.”

I’m loathe to regale her with epic yarns of iconic concerts I attended … I need to dip the toe, find out first if she knows the band’s most popular and overplayed song before committing to any boasting intended to make me incrementally sexier to her.