Test Driving Retirement
Recently, I have been privileged enough to enjoy, what I refer to as, a short hiatus or sabbatical from my otherwise non-stop career. I took retirement for a test drive, as my friends often say.
I Have E.S.P.
That is until I pulled up to the next stop light. Beside me sat a man in his bright red two-seater convertible, top down, aviator shades perched on his nose, and his music just about two clicks to loud.
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