A fellow I know in Tennessee retired. He said he’d missed my call because he was out in the field helping a friend lay pipe.
He said he’d piddled around the house a bit after he retired and had been struck by a revelation.
“Two things will kill you in retirement: a recliner and a fork. You sit around in the recliner, realize you ain’t doing nothing and so you decide maybe you’ll just get a little something to eat.”
He said the revelation came when he went over to see a friend who’d retired a couple of years earlier. The Tennessean's friend was in a recliner. There was more to his friend than the Tennessean remembered, and more was not necessarily better.
This Tennessean has an interesting way of putting things, but I think he’s right.
When I was young, the preachers were pretty sure that two things — alcohol and tobacco — would ruin my crowd. It was a warning about two things. But, for a lot of us, it was the wrong two.
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