When I was little, I wanted to be an inventor. Not the next Edison, perhaps, but at least Caractacus Potts, who built “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,” or Bernie in the “Sugar and Spike” comic books.
Alas, unlike those fictional whizzes, I have never been able to fashion a teleportation device from an eggbeater and flashlight, or create a flying car. It’s the 21st century and I really want a flying car. Maybe if I had visited the UW-Madison’s physics museum as a child, I could have one by now.