It’s been 50 years since I read my first comic book about what life would be like a half-decade in the future. I remember it well; by now we would all be living in futuristic, domed cities and commuting to work in our winged cars. Whatever happened to that future? Where are all our monorails, and accident-free automobiles that drive themselves to the launch pad from which we will depart for our weekend homes on the moon? Where is that dome? Why am I still shoveling snow? Why is my hatchback stuck in a drift? Where is my self-driving aero-wagon? About the only things predicted that came true were Dick Tracy’s two-way wrist radio and that cash became a thing of the past – mainly because no one has any.