2 thoughts on “The only bad thing about retirement”

  1. As I grew more successful, I too went the option of more space “mine”; so from barracks, to apartments, to base housing, to ‘burbs, to “acreage”.

    What I really miss was when my house on base was the center of several friends/co-workers and at 6AM on Saturday I’d open the garage door to find two already in the drive with coffee cups.

    We would refill from my pot in the garage, and read the “wire” (I’d hacked the AP/UPI frequencies and had a surplussed radio-teletype in the garage clattering away with the feeds). Laugh at the news (which as military members we knew always got it wrong) chat about what was on our plate, and figure out who was helping who with what later in the day, (never done brakes before? I’ll bring my widget – it’s easy). All too broke to afford mistakes so knowledge got pooled fast.

    A sense of belonging and a community you could lean on.

    And one day I’ll be one of the old farts waiting for the coffee shop to open because it is where “we” meet up in the morning. I just hope we can’t all afford to have our brakes done for us.

    Maybe I’ll move to the barrio.

    To make that day happen, I must remember to sell my coffee pot, and keep my tools.

    1. A really thoughtful — and thought provoking — comment, Emmett. Thank you for it.

      If all else fails, go to Havana. Lots of coffee shops and lots of cars with drum brakes to fix. Or can you machine rotors, too?

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