I’ve been to what seems like a lot of retirement ceremonies lately. That’s part of getting older and having acquaintances, and some mean more than others because some relationships have endured longer than others. My own was a small event, highly appropriate because it occurred in a small town in South Georgia, and several people attended. Some came because they liked me and some because they were glad to see me go, but I didn’t spend any time trying to sort out which was which because it was a last minute, thrown together affair by people that meant well, and I appreciated their thoughts if not those of the others. Retirement, after all, is what Mama used to call a left handed compliment; sort of like “Hey, congratulations on getting too old to work” or “you don’t sweat much for a fat guy.” Not exactly high praise, but it’s always better to think it was well intended than not.
So enjoyed!