Driving along in my automobile, my son beside me at the wheel, we are listening to a radio station play "classic" tunes from the 1980s! Besides the fact that "classic" and "1980s" should never be used in the same sentence-Do you remember the synthesizer, leg warmers, New Coke, PTL Club and the Hyundai Pony?-I nostalgically sing along and answer a child's questions about the good old days.My generation-labelled X-is increasingly caught betwixt and between, and indifferent about both poles. We are halfway, but we're not sure what we are halfway from or to as we begin to find our legs, voice and place in the world, let alone the church. Many of us are floundering because the world of our parents and the world swallowing us up are equally strange. Communism has been traded for terrorism; Pacman eaten up by Halo; the Walkman overtaken by the iPod; Ethiopian famine eclipsed by AIDS; and the VCR, which we're still teaching our parents how to run when we don't even use them anymore, by the PVR.