I hope I'm not here to see it.

 

It wasn’t all that long ago when the things we cooked would stick to the frying pan. We had to scrape and soak and really work at getting them clean.

I can remember a time when we got home from being out somewhere and the first thing we’d do was to check the little light on the answering machine.  If it was blinking, someone had called while we were gone, and they left us a message.

It's like it was just yesterday the televisions and newspapers were filled with reports of us walking on the moon.  The two most familiar names in the world were Neil Armstrong and Mohamad Ali.

Pocket calculators were amazing and had become very popular.

All the while hair styles were changing, clothing was changing, and music had suddenly become rock & roll.

Behind the curtain, countries were still fighting each other, terrorists were bombing innocent civilians and microwave ovens changed cooking forever.

Tomorrow, artificial intelligence will alter everyone’s reality forever.  There will be unintended consequences that will send ripples far beyond our knowledge base and change completely how we address global warming.

On some shelf, in the back room of cyberspace, this blog will unfortunately be discovered and fall into the hands of an extremely finicky English teacher, who will mark it up, make changes and corrections and probably give it a D minus.

 

There’s nothing I can do about that.