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Met my wife in Spring '74. Our friendship grew over the next 18 months. At the same time her mom was dying of cancer. At Thanksgiving '75 I was visiting her home, and someone came to tell us that "Mom wants you in her bedroom." We went. Her mom was in terrible shape.
She said, "I have two things to talk with you about before I go. First, are you two going to get married?" We said yes, and a few minutes later we were engaged. Then her mom said, "Second, I want the two of you to promise me to read the Gospel of John." That seemed strange, but we promised. Her mom died a week later.
We didn't get to it right away, but God kept prompting. That moment changed our lives in many, many dramatic ways. Can't wait to see my mother-in-law again.
 
I was married to Helen for 20 years,and we had 5 children. She was diagnosed with leukemia, our hearts broken when she passed away 2 years later. The kids went off to college,and life after college. I was content to continue teaching, and visiting children and their families. Some 10 years after losing Helen, I was off for the day with a crew of teachers to play golf in western Mass. While driving along rt.7 , I passed an antique shop, and out front, in her garden, was the owner. Most of what I noticed was the most amazing red hair. Played the round, then, uncharacteristically for me, stopped at that antique shop on the way home. From that day,and for almost 30 years now, my partner Jenny and I have been apart very rarely.
 
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Coached women's sports for 40+ years, softball, track & field and cross-country. Coached womans jr. Olympics where I was picked by Jessie Owens to work with him as a field marshal. He was one of the most amazing men I have had the pleasure to work with.
 
boontonbomber said:
I was married to Helen for 20 years,and we had 5 children. She was diagnosed with leukemia, our hearts broken when she passed away 2 years later. The kids went off to college,and life after college. I was content to continue teaching, and visiting children and their families. Some 10 years after losing Helen, I was off for the day with a crew of teachers to play golf in western Mass. While driving along rt.7 , I passed an antique shop, and out front, in her garden, was the owner. Most of what I noticed was the most amazing red hair. Played the round, then, uncharacteristically for me, stopped at that antique shop on the way home. 30 years later, my partner Jenny and I have been apart very rarely.
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Twice blessed. You followed your heart.
 
HuskyNan said:
I haven't gone insane after almost 30 years on the Boneyard.
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ME Husky Fan said:
Meeting Mohammed Ali at the Pittsburgh airport and got his autograph on the back of a seat ticket sleeve, maybe ‘72 or ‘73. My brother was a tow truck operator in the early 70’s and he also met Ali, as his RV broke down on the NE Extension of the PA Turnpike on their way to Deer Lake. A real gentleman.
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Shook his hand after deplaning in South Carolina. Mid 80s... he was on the downside by then. I was actually surprised he wasn't bigger.
 
Being the C4 Supply and Support NCOIC during the Kurdish relief Operation Provide Comfort after the Gulf war. Controlling four different supply staging areas for both Military support of the combined services and relief support for the Kurds in Northern Iraq.
 
It's a little intimidating with some awfully impressive resumes here, but I'll give it a shot. After learning to ride my bike at 4, it's been a steady stream of disappointments. I didn't become a Harvard lawyer or football hero like my dad, nor a renown surgeon like all the grandfather and great-grandfathers on my mother's side. What I did do well (along with my siblings) was rebel, instead hiking the long trail and Appalachians, racing bikes in Switzerland for a season, eventually becoming an old-house restoration guy. The one useful thing I did wa start a concert series 30 years ago, which catered to alternative strings music, basically anything but classical that used violins. That developed into a workshop program, a music club for kids (6 of the "graduates" are professional musicians, (kind of a curse if you're not Taylor Swift) and set up any number of touring musicians with agents and managers. The main point of the series, though, was to funnel every penny earned after taxes into local non-profits, over a half-million bucks worth. Of special interest are open-space preservation efforts. I=Outside of that, life has been spent chasing ice cream.
 
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Having graduated with a degree in sociology (which I soon found was like a degree in very little, unless you went to grad school) I joined the world of work as a cub newspaper reporter, which started me on a lifelong career as a writer of all sorts of things. After the newspaper I worked for eight years in TV (in Hartford), taught an evening journalism class at UConn (my only connection to the university), public relations, marketing and corporate communications. Along the way I earned my master's in communication at age 66. I "retired" seven years ago and we moved to Florida. Retirement lasted a few months, and then I took my current job as the grant writer for a local nonprofit. I'm proud of the fact that we are pulling in between $2 and $3 million a year in grants.
 
Geesworld said:
Biggest personal highlight being named High school football & basketball all American teams. My first time hearing my name on the tackle in a college game. Just a few memories that I will cherish.
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Impressive.
 
Honor Society student in High School, captain of the baseball team. Pitched a no-hitter in Legion ball. Pitched in college where I won more than I lost (didn't suck). Lived in NYC for ten years...day job architect, night job playing in several rock bands (killer gig at Columbia U. student center, never played at CBCG, bummer). Back to CT private practice for 35 years, recently retired. Having success with oil painting --I have a painting in the New Britain Museum of American art. T o quote Peggy Lee, sometimes I ask myself "Is that all there is?" I guess it was enough.
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Dogdude said:
It's a little intimidating with some awfully impressive resumes here, but I'll give it a shot. After learning to ride my bike at 4, it's been a steady stream of disappointments. I didn't become a Harvard lawyer or football hero like my dad, nor a renown surgeon like all the grandfather and great-grandfathers on my mother's side. What I did do well (along with my siblings) was rebel, instead hiking the long trail and Appalachians, racing bikes in Switzerland for a season, eventually becoming an old-house restoration guy. The one useful thing I did wa start a concert series 30 years ago, which catered to alternative strings music, basically anything but classical that used violins. That developed into a workshop program, a music club for kids (6 of the "graduates" are professional musicians, (kind of a curse if you're not Taylor Swift) and set up any number of touring musicians with agents and managers. The main point of the series, though, was to funnel every penny earned after taxes into local non-profits, over a half-million bucks worth. Of special interest are open-space preservation efforts. I=Outside of that, life has been spent chasing ice cream.
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Re: your first phrase. I will say to anyone who’ll listen that I respect anyone who takes pride in what they do. I love a good musician, physicist, grocery checker, janitor, teacher at any level . . .

What you’ve done is wonderful. I don’t fo to reunions any more because they seem to be to a great extent pissing contests. I’ve greatly enjoyed this thread.
 
boontonbomber said:
I was married to Helen for 20 years,and we had 5 children. She was diagnosed with leukemia, our hearts broken when she passed away 2 years later. The kids went off to college,and life after college. I was content to continue teaching, and visiting children and their families. Some 10 years after losing Helen, I was off for the day with a crew of teachers to play golf in western Mass. While driving along rt.7 , I passed an antique shop, and out front, in her garden, was the owner. Most of what I noticed was the most amazing red hair. Played the round, then, uncharacteristically for me, stopped at that antique shop on the way home. From that day,and for almost 30 years now, my partner Jenny and I have been apart very rarely.
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I have a softness in my heart for red heads too and have fond memories of a lovely red headed girlfriend of decades past.
 
A lot of golfers. It reminds me of the joke in which a wife asks her husband where he was going. His answer was to play 18 holes with Jim.

Upon his return, she asked how it went.

He replied, "Fine, but Jim had a fatal heart attack on the third fairway. So, it was hit the ball, drag Jim, hit the ball drag Jim..."
 
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A memory I'll take to my grave. In my early twenties, I'm on the French/Spanish frontier above the town of Portbou, Spain. It's dawn, and I'm in the foothills of the Pyrenees, looking out over the beautiful Mediterranean. (Back then, the gauges of the trains in France and Spain were different, so you had to change trains.)
 
This is for the BY old timers (young folks will say "who's that"). I played ball for the Hartford Hawks around 1960. Our coach ran the Bob Petitt basketball camp in the summer. My freshman year I got to go and help out around the camp. Petitt actually was there and worked with the young athletes. He brought along 6'4" forward Cliff Hagan who could play center with his hook shot. Cliff asked for a volunteer for a little one on one demo. A young lad from New Haven who was around 6'9" raised his hand and went out to the court. To make a long story short, Cliff went around him, through him, and everything but over him. A bit of humble pie served as the young lad said something like "I guess he's pretty good!" I wanted to say "it's a good thing you didn't play Petitt." Wisest decision I ever made in college was not volunteering for a demo against an NBA player that summer.
 
It happened around 1970, my last year playing little league with the Dodgers. The coached asked me to play catcher because I was small & quick. The league was set up so that the team that won the 1st round would play the team that won the 2nd round for the league championship.
The team was issued a new baseball bat that season, a beautiful 31" flame treated Louisville Slugger with dark brown lines in the grain & a molded textured plastic sleeve on the handle. I loved that bat because it felt just right in my hands. The 1st round the Dodgers finished 0-7, but we won the 2nd round with a record of 7-0 & had to play the Phillies in the championship game.
The Phillies starting pitcher was a real flame thrower. You had to be on your toes to make contact with one of his pitches. But as a catcher, I saw so many pitches everyy game that it made me a really good hitter. All I know is that when I was at bat around the 3rd or 4th inning, I swung as hard as I could and the ball sailed high & deep over the center field fence for a home run. Up until then that game was a pitcher's duel with no score, & when the ball sailed the Dodgers fans erupted & I became the hero of the game. The home run was a blessed miracle, it would have never sailed that far if the pitch wasn't so fast, & because I swung so hard & hit the ball exactly on the sweet spot on the bat. After touching the plate, one of the coaches asked me, "How did you manage to do that?" And I told him I don't really know because I didn't feel a thing, no vibration in the bat or anything, the ball just hit the sweet spot & sailed.
Every little leaguer dreams about hitting a home run over the fence. I didn't know it at the time but the only explanation is that God can make miracles happen. After that event most of my life has been rather anti-climatic because nothing could ever top being able to fulfill the dream of a young boy.....except for maybe other miracles.
But boy, did I love that bat. It was the cat's meow! I can still envision that bat. The only thing that was missing was the thunderbolt!
Smack! There goes the ball, sailing over the fence by the Grace of God!
 
Aluminny69 said:
The courses are always different. Judges design their own courses, following certain guidelines, like number of obstacles, challenges, discriminations, etc. I posted a "clean" run, i.e. no errors, but I could certainly put together a blooper reel of runs that were, let's say, less than perfect. As a handler, you look for certain patterns, or groups of four to five obstacles. Usually, tunnels afford the opportunity to prepare for the next sequence.

The venue in the video is right next to Quinnipiac College in Hamden, but Agility took me all over the East Coast, from Burlington VT., to Orlando, Fla, and West to Harrisburg, PA. I chose not to fly my dogs, but several handlers do. Thanks for asking.
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Paws N' Effect .... been there many times with my two Border Collies doing weekday run thrus. It has been a few years though as they have passed on. I would camp out at events in the Northeast but never more than a hundred miles or so. I remember vividly my first flyball tournament in Springfield when it coincied with our invasion of Afghanistan in 2001
 
I live an ordinary life. Survived a couple of suicide attempts (childhood trauma, and an eating disorder). I think the most proud moment was graduating from college after a 12 year absence and doing it Magna Cum Laude. I've traveled the country in various jobs, watched the Pentagon burn from my hotel room on 9-11. I've been to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Korea, Italy and Spain. No kids, or husband, but my greatest joy in life were my dogs. I'd get another, but I'm hanging on by a thread right now so couldn't do it emotionally. As I near retirement (2 years to go) I find I'm scared about the next chapter. As an introvert, a real introvert (with trust issues) I'm not sure how I'll keep myself busy.
 
GoUconn7961 said:
I live an ordinary life. Survived a couple of suicide attempts (childhood trauma, and an eating disorder). I think the most proud moment was graduating from college after a 12 year absence and doing it Magna Cum Laude. I've traveled the country in various jobs, watched the Pentagon burn from my hotel room on 9-11. I've been to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Korea, Italy and Spain. No kids, or husband, but my greatest joy in life were my dogs. I'd get another, but I'm hanging on by a thread right now so couldn't do it emotionally. As I near retirement (2 years to go) I find I'm scared about the next chapter. As an introvert, a real introvert (with trust issues) I'm not sure how I'll keep myself busy.
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I hear you.

I'm not an introvert, but I face retirement with a similar trepidation. I'm maybe 3 years away. I've loved my work with young people, but the daily tasks have begun to wear me out. But without them, what will power me through the day? I hope to keep on writing, and I have little confidence I'll be able to once my hobby becomes my primary occupation.

I also love dogs. I'm without one right now and wonder if I'm too old to start over with another one. A decision may be made in the next few weeks.
 
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Bone Dog said:
I hear you.

I'm not an introvert, but I face retirement with a similar trepidation. I'm maybe 3 years away. I've loved my work with young people, but the daily tasks have begun to wear me out. But without them, what will power me through the day? I hope to keep on writing, and I have little confidence I'll be able to once my hobby becomes my primary occupation.

I also love dogs. I'm without one right now and wonder if I'm too old to start over with another one. A decision may be made in the next few weeks.
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I'm hoping that once I'm truly retired I'll get a part-time job so I continue to have some social interaction. I'll still be too "young" for our active senior center. I also think I'll have more time for a dog. I hope. I need a purpose and I don't have one.
 
GoUconn7961 said:
I'm hoping that once I'm truly retired I'll get a part-time job so I continue to have some social interaction. I'll still be too "young" for our active senior center. I also think I'll have more time for a dog. I hope. I need a purpose and I don't have one.
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Try birding. I've birded in every state, all continents and 120 countries. Bonded with people of diverse cultures. Seen environmental degradation around the world. Been to places unknown to tourists. All you need is binoculars.
 
GoUconn7961 said:
I'm hoping that once I'm truly retired I'll get a part-time job so I continue to have some social interaction. I'll still be too "young" for our active senior center. I also think I'll have more time for a dog. I hope. I need a purpose and I don't have one.
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I suspect that we're close to the same age (and, apparently, attended the same Marshall Tucker concert). I have a very good friend of mine who often says to me "CL, I've got a house for you down in Boca! Why are you still working?" When I told him that I enjoy it he asked me "Are you telling me that that you wake up every morning and look forward to going into work?" I thought for a moment about the question and then answered "Yeah, Jim, I absolutely still do." Like you, the notion of not working, not having meaningful things to do, seems, well, not daunting, but less fun than my life is now. I'll probably keep working for another 5-10 years.

Have you thought about volunteering somewhere? There are a lot of places that need to help and would appreciate the experiences that you would bring. Alternatively, as you suggest, there's always the option of working a job with limited hours. I just connected a former employee and longtime friend to a part-time gig (20 hours a week) with a 501(c)(3) that I have a relationship with. She's delighted with the opportunity to bring value to a deserving organization and they are thrilled with her background and experience.

I guess my advice might be not to let someone else decide what your "retirement" needs to look like. Pick what feels right to you and if that means working in some capacity, do it.
 
GoUconn7961 said:
I'm hoping that once I'm truly retired I'll get a part-time job so I continue to have some social interaction. I'll still be too "young" for our active senior center. I also think I'll have more time for a dog. I hope. I need a purpose and I don't have one.
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I didn’t know what to do with myself, at first. I was 69.5 when I was laid off, and they gave me a package. Maybe the best thing that ever happened to me. Work was getting hectic and depressing. IT stuff, basically 24x7 for over 20 years. You’re going to be fine. Life without work is doable.
 
uconnfan68 said:
I didn’t know what to do with myself, at first. I was 69.5 when I was laid off, and they gave me a package. Maybe the best thing that ever happened to me. Work was getting hectic and depressing. IT stuff, basically 24x7 for over 20 years. You’re going to be fine. Life without work is doable.
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lots of folks are apprehensive about retiring so i can be sympathetic to GOUconn, but like you i am so happy to be 10 years out, even though i enjoyed the actual work and co-workers (couldn't stand the employer after greedy down-sizer bought the place, though).

but GOUconn might not be so fine. fearing isolation is a different issue.

i tend to be an introvert, and i'm solidly antisocial, so being isolated is terrific for me. but i think GOUconn may be justified in his/her feelings about retirement. so good luck in resolving that. i don't know the answer.

being free to do what you want is wonderful, however. most people who are financially fine have no need to resist saying sayonara to the job.
 
Tontobruto said:
Try birding. I've birded in every state, all continents and 120 countries. Bonded with people of diverse cultures. Seen environmental degradation around the world. Been to places unknown to tourists. All you need is binoculars.
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I just retired a couple of months ago. I’ve never been much into birds, but one joy I didn’t expect is sitting reading the (electronic) paper in the morning and marvelling at the sounds of the birds when we’re able to have the house open. And this is in the fairly densely populated burbs of the nation’s capital.

I’d go a little more broad and suggest to @GoUconn7961 any sort of hobby. I’m an extreme introvert and a bit of a misanthrope (thank you Moliere), so really don’t care about the lack of social interaction. But I’m very hobby-driven. Cooking, brewing, woodworking. . . I am on my tuchus more than I’d like, but I’m still figuring it out.
 
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