hhhhh, retirement. Or, in my case, semi-retirement. During most of my working life, I saw it—even romanticized it—as an era of unbridled, virtually unrestricted freedom, a golden age of well-earned bliss, out there on the horizon, where trusty marine diesels thrum and bow waves chuckle, day after day, week after week, year after year, pretty much forever. No real job anymore, you understand. No pestiferous alarm
EXPECTATION VS. REALITY
Sep 27, 2022
2 minutes
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