Bill's Musings

Now that we are firmly into 2015, I feel I must once again ask that all-important question that has been rattling at the edge of my consciousness since my childhood.

Where the heck are all the flying cars?

I mean, seriously. When I was a kid, my teacher in Grade 2 said, and I quote, ‘By the time you have reached your late thirties, you will be able to go pretty much anywhere in your very own flying car!’ I’m now going on 50, and I’m sorry, but I am still driving on four rubber tires firmly attached to the ground. This does not include the times my wife is driving, and we go flying over bumps and are momentarily airborne.

Is it really too much to ask? We can play music on plastic discs using lasers, or better yet, use our phones to hold thousands of songs. I didn’t…