Being still loyal to the Detroit area, traded in my old Ford Escape on a 2023 Ford Escape. Heck of a difference, with this Mickey Mouse TV screen on the dash board that asks me everything except my Great Grandmother's birth date.

Oh, I'll figure it out in the weeks ahead, but I think we've reach the point in automotive improvement that it will take a PhD to figure out the dashboard demands in a year or two.

I absolutely shudder to think of what cars will look like in 2100. Fortunately, I won't be there. Shit, I may not be here tomorrow, being 86. But I'll try.