Retirement days are supposed to be easy
Last week’s column was about a nice day. A really lucky day. Then life happened. Back in my middle years, I made a promise to myself. If I’m going to work throughout my life, then I’m going to make sure I play a little in my retirement. My original plans were for some tennis, lottsa reading, and some bridge playing. Tennis was the earliest casualty, the victim of rampant arthritis and three replaced knees. OK – so now I’m an armchair devotee of Wimbledon and the U.S. Open. With a glass of iced coffee in hand. Retirement reading means the luxury of daytime reading – ...