In the year 4545, Ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes. You won’t find a thing to chew. Nobody’s gonna look at you “In the Year 2525” by Rick Evans.
I apologize for abandoning the episodic nature that usually characterizes newspaper columns in favor of serialized storytelling at the conclusion of 2025. I attempted to offer you, dear reader, a story as a Christmas gift. I didn’t win the…