My father would tell me by the time I was twenty cars would fly, or at least hover. Well, twenty has come and gone and my crossover SUV most definitely touches the ground. For years I asked myself, “What was my dad thinking?”
He grew up in Detroit, was a military man and watched us travel to the moon. (Not to mention a little too much Star Trek.) In his mind’s eye the next great technical advancements would be in travel . . .
I need to get this copy (internet content) to our web developer by Monday. With balancing Thanksgiving, Christmas shopping, putting the tree up and the family, I gave myself the nights and Sunday to knock out this project.
I can hear the Christmas music the wife has on, watch my son play with spare limbs from the tree out of my office window and write this all at the same time.
My wife is a good sport, my sixteen month old son . . .
