• Retirement and the Dude

    Once upon a time, we lived in an older home (wait, we still do…) that had older (actually, darn near archaic) equipment.  We had an air conditioning unit that was so old, the younger repairmen (yes, they were all men) did not know what to do when they saw it.  Essentially, the scenario went a little like this: I show them the closet where the unit resided.  They look at it and don’t say anything or do anything.  Well?  I think to myself as I look askance at them.  I repeat the story and they always responds with, “I need to call my boss/office/supervisor.”  A sigh inevitably escapes my lips…