Here's a perspective from someone who knows who Art Carney was.<p>A couple of years ago I was trolling through the wire when I came upon news of a plane crash on some faraway island. <p>I muttered out loud, to no one in particular, "Some singer died in a plane crash. Who cares? What's with this Aaliyah chick anyway?"<p>Another copy editor, a generation (possibly two) younger, blurted, "Oh, no! Aaliyah died?!?"<p>To which I replied, "So I should really care, huh? I guess I'll give her a graph on some wire page."<p>Well, she proceeded to explain to me that the youngins out there would really, really care. <p>So Aaliyah got more than a mere graph. A story, updated as warranted.<p>However, this young gal gave me grief over this for the next year whenever she could. Especially as the followup stories trickled in and the film came out.<p>The point here being that sometimes you're too young and sometimes you're too old. It's really not worth worrying about. Just consider it your contribution to newsroom entertainment.
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