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Turn The Page
Now, in my second year of retirement, my children tell me I am assembling a sizable list of “get-off-my-lawn”-type platitudes. Until they are pointed out, I am pretty unaware of how they sound, but once they’re repeated, I understand the looks my children give each other as I pontificate.
Turn The Page
Now, in my second year of retirement, my children tell me I am assembling a sizable list of “get-off-my-lawn”-type platitudes. Until they are pointed out, I am pretty unaware of how they sound, but once they’re repeated, I understand the looks my children give each other as I pontificate.
An Opinion On Perspective
I came into the world when my dad was 30 years old. I was born at the very end of the year (December 27), in 1960, which meant, at every 10-year mark, I could reflect upon an entire decade comparatively.