One of the things we talked about the other day was just that. Our genius solution to a lot of the problems would be letting people retire with Medicare at 60 or 62. That opens up the job market for the younger folks who NEED jobs. My retirement age to receive full benefits is 70. By then you're not able to enjoy being in good enough health to play a little before you die. Otherwise, we just work until we drop dead on the job and nobody collects what we have paid in. It happened with my late husband.
Anywho, my cousins are on a roll and a blinged out official Gig the Goldfish bus will be headed to Detroit on Tuesday for the Democratic debates. He has a primo spot across from the Ford Theater and I feel sure he'll make his presence known. Good luck buddy!!
This break in the heat has been heavenly but I'm sure it won't last. There is still August and September to deal with. The Dyer County Fair is usually hot as the dickens but people flock there anyway! Tradition, so to speak. My birthday almost always falls during fair week. Both of parents and I worked there in one capacity or another. Daddy was the director one year while Mom manned the office with the late Red Henson. That was when it was by the graveyard.
Namaste ~
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