I was 52 when I retarded. Got lucky on the stock market. Ain't rich, but no debts. But boy howdy... yer back lets you know all the trail-riding and stuff has gotta be paid for with back-pain owies.
Jeez. There are ENORMOUS advantages to having been borned in 1940 (do the math).
1. When I add it up, I have collected more from my company retirement plan than I was paid for all the time (25yrs) I worked there.
2. All the people who really pissed me off... are dead. <-- Immense satisfaction, that
3. I met youse guys... in about the most roundabout way possible -- and now my second-hand multiple-repair parts do not hurt hardly at all compared to where it was. Because of two great guys here.
4. And my bucket list is purty dang short; I have piloted a jet, prop planes, two masted sailboats, and little boats. Been on a sumbarine and A/C carrier. Scuba dove in two oceans, hand fed sharks on CNN, and hit a bullet thrown in the air with another bullet. I've been all over the world several times. I've eaten dog, truffles, and spiders. I had a glass of wine from a special vintage from grapes grown over a saint's grave -- less than five bottles per vintage. I drove 655 miles all over Britain on their crazy side of the road. Been to Stonehendge and Avesbury. <-- That's where I saw crop circles, BTW. Launched a paper plane from the top of the Eiffel Tower.