I retired  from my great  job on July 22, 2011 at age 63&1/2. If it was so wonderful, why did you retire?  You might ask.
I had the job of managing our non-profit organizations 2500 page website.
  • Websites are classic examples of if something can go wrong it will. This means stress
  • For 7.5 years I took my work with me on every vacation. I built the site from a little basic site to it's monster size today. I remember renting internet time on our cruise ship in Alaska and running into town to Panera Bread for internet access while camping on Lake Michigan. I'm now seeing that as dumb dedication
  • I saw two of my supervisors retire and sharp, young people hired who were anxious to implement new technology into our website. I was not anxious to go through any more learning curves
  • I began to look at the two years until planned retirement (Medicare) as have to instead of want to

It was scarey giving up my benefits, especially health insurance.  I would have to commit $265 a month of my much depleated income to a high deductable policy. 
    But I looked at my retirement funds and leapt right into the middle of Mark Twain's quote: Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
So Deacon and I are going on some road trips. A modern day "Travels with Charlie" except
  • it's with Deacon
  • I'm no John Steinbeck
  • I have all this techy stuff to work with. GPS, cell phones, cameras - my kids will always know where we are. :)