Sometimes the generation gap seems more like a chasm, as Guest Dad Joe Burris observes on this Father's Day Friday:

One day, I repeated something to my 13-year-old older daughter that I had mentioned before and I said, “I hope I don’t sound like a broken record.”

She looked at me puzzled.

“I mean, a stuck CD,” I said, and she got it.

I thought to myself, “I wonder what I’ll say when my 3-year-old gets old enough for such conversations. Do iTunes skip? But by then they will be obsolete, too.”

The old adage says, “You’re as old as you feel.” Lately the generation gap between me and my daughters has left me feeling as if I need to start reading Modern Maturity magazine. I look at my children’s ever-changing world and often I can’t help but think back to the old days.

To wit, remember when:

The only thing you did with a phone was talk?

You were actually surprised to hear curse words on television?

“Laugh out loud” and “be right back” were spelled as “laugh out loud” and “be right back”?

Bowling was done in an alley and not on a console?

The only undergarments you ever saw were your own?

I like progress, but sometimes it feels like a 33 rpm playing on 45 rpm.