“I’m really not in a hurry to go home to my wife,” said Jim. “We don’t really understand each other, so I spend most of my time now that I’m retired looking for reasons to get away from home during the day.”
I’d seen Jim before, but we’d never spoken until Tuesday afternoon. You know how older men like to congregate in certain community gathering spots, frequently for breakfast? There are some guys like that who sometimes hang out in the afternoons at a hamburger joint where I often go to write.
Jim normally hangs out with some other older guys who come into this place in the afternoon, but none of his buddies were around. He’s 74 years old, so he’s been retired for years now. I don’t remember how many he said it had been.
Jim is bored. He used to be a partner in a construction supply business that was absorbed by a larger company. He didn’t get rich when the company sold, but he said it was enough for him to retire in style and do whatever he wanted. The only problem is that he had spent his entire life doing things that weren’t especially meaningful — just to arrive at retirement and wonder what he had been doing for all these years.

If you believe in these campaign fairy tales, welcome to Fantasy Island
I don’t care where Pedro is from, but I’m happy he’s my neighbor
Few things satisfy like giving thoughtful gifts to those we love
If foreigner had killed 16 Americans, we wouldn’t be looking for excuses
In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral
We can’t control timing of death, just what we do as we’re waiting
I’m looking at myself in mirror and asking difficult questions