Sometimes I sit and wonder what the world is going to be like in 30 years. I don’t know why I get all pensive about this sort of thing and I don’t know why I try to look 30 years into the future, but there are times when Professor Frightful is talking to his chalk and my mind starts to wander in math class. And these are the things I ponder.
For one thing, in 30 years I’ll be approaching 70 years old. I have no doubt in my mind that my folks will still be alive, they’re both wired that way. I wonder if the flying cars that we were suppose to have by the year 2000 will be here in the year 2037. Will I still be using my PowerBook?
Earl and I will be celebrating 41 years in 2037. If the history of my family is any indication and I follow their lead, we’ll still be traveling and exploring. What does one buy for their lover on their 41st anniversary?
Whatever the future holds, it sure looks bright to me.
I wish I had your optimism.
It’s such a small world. I distinctly remember being in the eighth grade (Sister Helen) and being bored, and thinking about the year 2000…mentally calculating that I would be 52 years old at the turn of the century, and then trying to imagine myself THAT old. I don’t remember why, but I remember thinking that I didn’t really want to live that long. Who’d have thunk it? Two rows over, and three seat up, sat my future wife.
Talk about a small world. No, really. Go ahead. Talk about it among yourselves. I’ll be right back.