Rolling Up the Sidewalks

I've been predicting the end of cars for years.

My late father debunked my soothsaying with the comment, "You don't know what you're talking about. They'll always be cars."

In the 1930s his father was a country doctor in Maine and drove to his patients in a sled.

Only in the winter.

The above picture shows the alternative to a world spanned by highways.

Paradise.