Really... circa 1970...grade school. Our spelling book had an excercise that clearly described life in the future... like my adult future. Like the year "2000" future.
Were is my moving sidewalk, flying car and silver jumpsuit? Why am I still farming dirt? Why is my tractor from the FDR era? My home is supposed to turn on light, music and serve drinks base on my brainwaves.
The only "modern" thing I have is a truck (confused bastard too) that tells me that my door is a jar.
Hill (no bucks, no Buck Rogers class)