It was time to hang up my dancing shoes..

Work                                        Retirement

It seemed clear to me at that moment, that it was time to close the door on my working career. Let me start at the beginning.

It was a Saturday night; friends and family had come together to celebrate the 40th wedding anniversary of close friends of ours. It was a wonderful evening all-and-all, until I felt a familiar vibration in the pocket of my slacks. The vibrating Blackberry meant only one thing – email; and on weekends, it always seemed to be followed by a corresponding change in my heart rate and respiration.

I pushed aside my tri-color salad to read the email. It was comprised of several inane sentences that said almost nothing and  were a complete waste of time, certainly for a Saturday night. If I wasn’t so honked-off I might have felt some pity for the author – who clearly had no life and just wanted the world to know how dedicated they were.

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