It's time to retire. Not just retire, but buy some plaid pants that come up to my armpits, learn to play shufffleboard, and memorize the schedule for the Early Bird Special at every restaurant within 200 miles. At the age of 59 ½ and counting, I have officially joined the Great American Geezer Club. How… Continue reading Geezerhood parts 3 & 4
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