If you believe in evolution and the triumph of survival based on innovation in a species, when you look to your left or right around your workspace on any given workday, or when wandering the aisle in a supermarket or (in my case) just looking in the mirror, you have to be getting sweaty palms when you read a local newspaper or check out the evening TV news.
We're watching the world try to break its dependence on fossil fuel as a source of energy (we could quit anytime, we tell one another as we scout for gas stations with the cheapest price) and perfect alternative technologies such as electric cars or hydrogen fuel vehicles.
The turmoil this type of challenge produces is evident in the marketplace where familiar names like Pontiac, Oldsmobile, and Plymouth have all already gone the way of the dinosaur with others, perhaps, to follow to make room for new products from new manufacturers--intentional or not.
Into all of that, comes this. At one time you could easily find other media outlets with more fulsome accounts of this as opposed to NPR's 'brevity is the soul of communications' approach to reporting, but if wishes were horses beggars would ride so saddle up what we have and ride off into the sunset, which happens earlier and earlier every day.
The only things I can't figure out is the top speed of the chair, how many miles per gallon it gets (regular or super) and what the opening bid at the police auction will be for it. You don't suppose the La-Z Boy folks themselves are hoping to snag it for their museum, assuming they have one (and if not, what an incredible first acquisition).
If so, do you think (hope) they'll drive it back to corporate headquarters, maybe in a motorcade of armored ottomans? And assuming such an event is televised what should we be sitting on to watch it?
-bill kenny
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