Once Again, 'They' Have Failed Me
There's always been that ongoing disappointment that, although in my youth, a flying car in my garage and robot butler were promised for the late 20th century, here I am, still cleaning up after my self and driving highways.
And here's another failure from the same period, 1958. This was supposed to be the farm of 2000.
But here I am again. Lugging stuff around in the hot sun, taking pot luck on the weather (all of it bad), and depending for eggs on decidedly undependable chickens. You can tell by this guy's shoes that he's never set foot in a cow lot.