Harold,

You get to retire? WOW! My wife says I have to be dead at least three days before I can retire. If rigormortis hasn't set in, and the body hasn't become somewhat pungent, I gotta' keep working. Something like the movie "Weekend at Bernies." My wife, on the other hand, gets to retire this coming year, either in January or June (her choice). When this happens I'll have to play more jobs to pay for her health insurance until Medicare kicks in. WOW! You actually get to retire. NAH! It's just another fantasy.

Cheers,

Gary

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Travlin' Easy