Currently, I’m at that stage of pre-Christmas horror where I pile up the gifts for the littles to make sure one of them doesn’t have a noticeably taller pile. This is after days and days of deliveries from UPS and Amazon and frequent check-ins with their mother.

I’m also awash in worries about the bigs, the ones in their 20s and 30s who get something from me, but not a whole pile like they did when they were young and cute.

At my advanced age, I know nothing about what’s in and what’s out with young adults. My grandson and his girlfriend spent 20 minutes explaining their Halloween costumes. Let’s just say my taste in TV and movies doesn’t intersect with theirs.

In fact, reading the Washington Post the other day, I realized how absolutely out of touch I am. They ranked the top 10 TV show

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