A communicator colleague sends me a retiree notice from a plywood plant:
“John Grayhair said his farewell to feeding dryers on March 17th after 44 years of service. He was sent off with a retirement party that included a steak dinner with family and crew, with lots of celebration including taking his family on a grand tour of the plant. John plans on sitting in front of his new big screen.”
I suppose I should be worried about the little voice in my head: "God that sounds pretty good right about now."
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