So now that we’re about to go through a whole Supreme Court nomination process, I was reminded of when the Pope John Paul died, and I asked my dad what would happen. And he was, “Oh, you’ve never experienced it. There’s smoke that comes out of the Vatican and it’s a whole big deal.” I was 22 when Benedict became the new Pope, and while I hadn’t paid for my own health insurance, signed a lease or found a gray hair (which happened today), I thought I had experienced almost most every news cycle. And the way my dad said it, it was as if there were something innocent about not knowing how the Vatican went about picking new popes. Well anyway. Aging.