On the Road to
Retirement . . .
It was a brisk sunny morning, November 2, 1981. A few oak trees carried their brown leaves; dormant rosebuds awaited another season. The light blue sky was graced by passing misty clouds; the freshness of cool air announced the arrival of fall.
The news of this date in the New York Times was not earthshaking: INTERNATIONAL: "Soviet Sub Spends Sixth Day Grounded On Swedish Coast" . . . "Solidarity Chapters in Poland to Continue Strikes" . . . "Australia, Under New Policy Seeking Americans" . . . "Asia Urged to End Population Surge" . . . NATIONAL: "Delay in Taxes Raised Till '83-'84 Backed by Reagan and Dole" . . . "Profits Off for Many Corporations" . . . "Treasury Plans Heavy Borrowing" . . . REGIONAL: "Pennsylvania Inmates Give Columnist List of Demands" . . . "Improving the Self-Image of Older Women" . . . "Family Therapy Is Coming of Age" . . . "Jets Stagger Giants 26-7" . . . "Cowboys Triumph Over Eagles 17-14" . . . "Thomas Starts with a Bang for Pistons" . . . "Going North for Grouse" . . . LOCAL: "Mayor Koch Favored to Win a Second Term".
Just an ordinary day--but this was the day I retired. Now all my partand full-time jobs were to be memories--a stockboy in a national shoe chain on Saturdays . . . four months in the Allison Tank Plant . . . a three-and-a-half-year stint in the U.S. Army, World War II . . . six months in an advertising agency . . . a year as a Johnson & Johnson salesman . . . about a year and a half in a scrap yard . . . some thirty years in an automobile dealership.