Reverend Benny & Mister Sid's At Your Service #40

We've all got that deer-in-the-headlights, future shock gaze in our eyes and that 21st century slackness of the jaw which conveys the message: Hey, could we just slow down for a nano-second?

By Glen Bledsoe

(Salem) - As the Great Sage and Perfect Master of the Universe Daffy Duck once said, "You never know where you're going till you get there." That's certainly been my personal mantra for the last twenty years.

Heck, when I went to my 5-year high school class reunion many of my classmates were talking about how they were going to retire by the age 40. Well, I hit 40 quite a long time ago, and I'd just made my umpteenth career change.

Of course, all this talk about change is nothing new. Futurists have been telling us what to expect for years. The next time you fly your biplane down Commercial Street you can thank you lucky wings that some futurist predicted your transportational needs with stunning accuracy.

Pneumatic tube travel didn't catch on, but that's because hair-do preservation technology never really took off. My prediction of the slidewalk didn't catch either except in airports. But I never claimed to be a futurist. I have enough issues with the present.

We've all got that deer-in-the-headlights, future shock gaze in our eyes and that 21st century slackness of the jaw which conveys the message: Hey, could we just slow down for a nano-second?

Face it, folks, we're in for the ride of our lives. Hold on to your hat and fasten your seatbelt. Let's just hope we don't all have a cultural nervous breakdown before the dust settles.

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