Here are a few things I’ve learned over the first few months of my partial retirement: 1. If I need to call it partial retirement, it’s not really retirement. I am either retired or I’m still working. There’s no middle ground. Therefore, this should be the end of this blog …
At long last, my book Changing with Aging: Little Stories, Big Lessons will be released September 6. You can check out the book on Amazon and preorder if you wish. For those of you who requested an advance copy, your book is on the way. With a bit of luck …
Dear Elon: I hear you are a rich, bright guy who likes to tinker with cars. I’m the founder of the Kuhl Car Innovation Center in Carson City, Nevada. We recently had several technology breakthroughs, which I will share with you. Hold on to your hat. Windoworks (name …
It’s been a difficult challenge, but I think I’ve finally succeeded. I’ve always dreamed of being the best at something – anything. My sporting efforts came up short at a very young age. I could not run fast. Jumping was certainly not my special talent. Also, I’d rather play …
Sherry and I completed our trust this past week. We had been discussing various options for months, wanting to be certain it contained decisions based on our values and beliefs. It got me thinking of the term net worth. A dictionary definition plays to the level of financial …
Ben died this week. It was a glorious day. You may recall previous Aging blogs blogs about Ben and his wife, Ann. He entered a caring hospice program months ago. Ben chose to spend his last days at his home, chuck full of happy memories, in Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania, …
“Life is not fair.” Such a simple statement to explain the ugly junk thrown my way. I could have made it home safely with only three blocks to go. The cop was just waiting for me to leave Buddy Bar. Jail time. Several “great” companies I started should not have …
Part of my growing old is accepting the loss of stuff I believed would be mine for my lifetime. It’s not that I gave it much thought – I just took it for granted. I thought when my family would go out to dinner, I’d choose the restaurant. And of course, I would drive. I …
As a kid, it never made sense to me. Grown men would spend hours in their neat, little yards, pulling dandelions from patches of green grass. I’d sit on my bike and watch them sweat as they made certain to get all of the evil root. I’ve always had a love affair with …
Dear Saint Peter: Sir, I have a business proposition for you. I’ve been waiting for what feels like an eternity to get to the front of the line where you pass judgment on my net worth as a human being. I hope you send me through the pearly gates, but I’m getting a bit …
