On a walk with Lucy and Rowan, we met a new dog. I asked her name.
"Joplin, her name's Joplin," her mom said.
"OH! How cool! Joplin, like Scott Joplin, the famous ragtime composer who wrote the Maple Leaf Rag!" I said, happily scratching the little mutt behind the ears.
There was some uncomfortable silence. Then I looked up, noting Joplin's mom's long hair, broomstick skirt, tank top, and earth shoes.
"Oh. Or like Janis Joplin."
"Yeah. I've never heard of the other guy," she answered.
"Well? If it weren't for Scott, Rock 'n' Roll probably would have never existed!" I cried, desperately trying to backpedal.
This is why I will never be one of the cool kids.