I was in a plane crash in 1982, Gail (I was in the Navy, but civilian plane — basically a puddle jumper that got a gust of wind up the tail on final approach, stalled, and went down just slightly short of the runway) and got a bunch of things broken, plus a traumatic brain injury. The brain docs said I was okay to stay in the Navy, but I basically had the brain of a guy in his 40s (I was in my 20s); they couldn’t tell me if I would catch up, or if I’d have a 60-year-old brain at 40, 80 at 60, etc. At 40 I felt great! At 60 (62, now), well, not as much. Little things stress me out, I get stupid, I get forgetful, etc.

My last work day is Friday, December 20. Then Deb finishes up December 24 (actually, she goes on terminal vacation, which means they could call her back through the end of February).

We are looking forward to retirement, although we’re taking bets on how long it will be before we start looking for part-time work to keep us on a schedule, if only Tuesday through Thursday. And we want to travel together! We enjoy each other’s company. 😊

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Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

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