Cute little singer Taylor Swift has a song called “Tim McGraw.” (My younger daughter’s musical taste is why I know this.)
And Tim McGraw — whom some consider cute and indeed little — has a song called “Kristofferson.”
And Kris Kristofferson has written more good songs than any other three musicians still around. (“For the Good Times,” Me & Bobby Mcgee,” “Help Me Make It Through the Night,” “Jesus was a Capricorn” and “Sunday Mornin’ Coming Down” — just for starts.)
I remember going, as a teen, on a double-date to hear Kris and then-wife Rita Coolidge at Memorial Auditorium in Chattanooga. It is hard to believe he is now a third-generation music hero to younger artists.
But the truth is one generation does influence the next — for good or bad or some mixture of the two.
It is something to be aware of as we grow older. One of life’s most stunning moments is when a younger co-worker, intern or friend introduces you as his or her “mentor” for the first time.
Then suddenly the burden of being a person of influence rests heavier on your shoulders. Makes you want to ask, “Why me, Lord?”