There will be no new models of the iPhone.
I remain this age, which isn't all that bad. Though I would prefer to time travel to when I was 40.
The Obamas will be in the White House forever. There will be no more U.S. presidential campaigns.
My rescue dog will always be 8 years old. I will never have to encounter pet grief again.
Alcoholics Anonymous will remain the dominant mode of recovery. New pills won't be invented to block the euphoric response of fire water. So, lawyers will continue to have brisk DUI practices.
My much younger sister, Anne Murga-Ring, will never contact me again. And we will never have to figure out how to conjure up sisterly love after not talking with each other since 2003.
My apartment, which I cleaned over Memorial Day weekend, will remain clean.
Pope Francis will still be putting the knock on the American brand of capitalism.
And, the naïve will assume others want to read their memoirs and they will hire someone like me to ghostwrite them.
The last Utopia America experiences was the Eisenhower era. Nothing changed.