Has anyone actually not seen the 1985 classic Back to the Future?

Who could forget that mad genius, professor/inventor Doc Brown, whizzing back through time in his De Lorean automobile with his young friend, Marty McFly, changing history to prevent a personal tragedy?

I didn’t think of it in time for Christmas, but my birthday is coming up again in a couple of months, and I’d like to place my order now. Unfortunately, it doesn’t actually exist yet — not even Amazon has been able to source it — so I’m in search of a brilliant inventor to transport me back to a time before . . . well . . . this:

Ideally, I’d like to go back to around 1960, when I was young, single, and enjoying life to the fullest. But this isn’t about me; so I’ll settle for, say, the 1980s — a time before the angry man began thinking about entering politics; when our country, while not perfect, was the cradle of democracy, when we and our allies were truly friends, and we treated even our enemies with the respect mandated by international law and treaties.

And if I were able to change just one thing on that trip to the past, it would be to transport the angry man to Greenland, where he would be sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a remote fishing village, working for average wages in a fish processing plant, living among honest, strong, hard-working people who wouldn’t tolerate any of his crap.

That is, of course, if Greenland would have him.

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Now, I don’t know whether time travel will ever be possible. And, considering the similarity between the logo on the warning sign that came with Doc Brown’s futuristic invention and another, all too real, signage, it might not be the best idea I’ve ever had.

But a girl can dream, can’t she?

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
1/7/26