Originally Posted By: Steelspanker

It's like that Talking Heads song:

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself
Well...How did I get here?


Once in a Lifetime: (Tiger Woods version)

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
And you may find yourself with a beautiful wife wielding a five iron
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may ask yourself
Well...How did I get here?

Back to the subject at hand. My job is retirement. There is no hate, just love. Love everyday, love all day...figuratively speaking, of course.