One of my first memories about retirement was when a rancher in my home town quit riding every day when he was 85 years old. A year later he was dead. My father talked about it as though the rancher’s retirement was a death warrant. It shaped my attitude about retirement, in that there was something vaguely morally wrong about stopping going to work every day.
I have been retired since March 2011 and have two jobs. What is interesting about my attitude about retirement is that I acquired it from my father who retired at age 65 and never worked another day. I really do not know how he made the transition to retirement as he never in his life talked about his feelings. I do know he made regular trips to …
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