I did it. After 45 years in the working world, I finally retired. There’s undeniable joy in knowing I’ll never again make that 40-minute commute, but that relief is tempered by a quiet sense of unease. This new chapter feels wide open—and a little intimidating.
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When I’m Sixty-Four
1967. It was the Summer of Love. Youth gathered in Haight-Ashbury to hear music, dance, do a few drugs, and celebrate peace and love. Rolling Stone magazine published its first issue, and the Green Bay Packers and Kansas City Chiefs played in the first Superbowl.
Granny Unfiltered 