Henry Potter

I was amused to hear an elderly person asking for "Henry Potter" books at the library the other day. Mind, I wasn't laughing at her because she was out of the loop. Rather, I was amused by my surprise. I'm so used to hearing about Harry Potter, but it's not as though Harry Potter is some sort of icon, like Christ or Martin Luther King, Jr. Why should she know the name? Earlier today, I was reading e-mails on a listserv about popular culture and the generation gap, and it made me think: is pop culture solely for the young?
There are only five days left until Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince comes out. I know this because, well, it's my job to know. And yeah, because I re-read the fifth book over the weekend, and because I'm going to help out at the local bookstore's Harry Potter party on Friday. And yeah, because I'll almost certainly be done with HP6 by this time next week.
I'd write more, but I'm distracted by the music. I've been listening to all my CDs (and my husband's, which is harder. He has cooler CDs, but I don't always like them) in rough alphabetical order for the last few months - I'm almost through S. Today I've been listening to various CDs by Stravinsky, Styx and the Spice Girls. And I'm bowled over by how bad Styx's Kilroy Was Here is, now that I'm old enough to have taste. So I think I might hurriedly turn off the computer (and by the extension the CD) and go home.