The Future of Real Estate That Never Was

 In the newest installment of our ongoing series exploring the space-age, atomic world in which we’re supposed be living right now (as envisioned in the 1950s, anyway), we have an age in which the American dream still involves owning a little place of your own with a white picket fence—only it’s nestled in an orbiting snow globe. (click image for full size view)


Mr. Mooney from the “The Lucy Show” will be your Realtor and you’ll commute to work in a giant Contac cold capsule. Sure, the meteor showers and solar flares are a constant hazard; and the neighbor can use his telescope to to see you if you watch TV in your underwear. But on the positive side, that danged Schnauzer of his can never leave a memento on your lawn.