Why July is so special to clan Thompson; First and foremost there is the Fourth of July, the celebration of the birth of our great nation the United States, a time when we should reflect on what our forefathers had blessed us with, a nation, though imperfect, but still one to be envied and emulated. And yes it still needs a lot more work because it is governed by simple and corruptible humans.
EXAMPLE: When you see a Camel, picture the US Congress gathered together attempting to design a horse. Yes, that too will be from perfect but exactly what the Special Interest groups and their lobbyist wanted.
But also in July, my sainted mother gave birth to me in 1947 on the 13 of July. I was the middle child of 5 sons and the only one to be born in the summer, and all my birthdays during my gestation years were held at our summer house in South Yarmouth on Cape Cod (Don’t hate me for not being poor thanks to the WW-II GI educational bill.)
But how I lorded this over my 4 siblings as my Cake was accompanied by a BBQ on Corporation Beach. Not huddled inside our house in Dorchester fighting off the cold weather outside as with my brother’s birthdays. Truly, I am special.
I was born on a Sunday, vice a Friday but I have had many Friday the 13th birthdays, which even caused a long running series of movies. Like the one last year: “Jason has a hip replacement using Medicare!”
I retired fully from all forms of labor, and commenced spending pensions at age 53. Because of my seaman’s salary, I was waiting nine more years for my maximum amount Social Security payment. Fate and the government are funny, no one told me that during those nine years of retirement my SSA Account would drop to half of what it was scheduled to be at age 62 because I retired early, I can only assume that congress must decide when you may retire. Damn those camels!!!
Yes I lost money, but what I gained in just living a relaxing life in this tropical NON-Paradise (That was for Sir Bob Martin) more than made up for that error in judgment on my part to retire at age 53. The goal, as my father put it was to retire at the earliest possible date, and then live well until the world is done with you. (He did it at age 52 and lived a great life traveling the world until he passed at age 85.)
My SSA was never a real part of my retirement plan, because for years the congress kept telling me it would be empty soon. Which I thought was odd that Social Security could run out of money, but welfare never would, that struck me as part of that camel design thing!
But I digress, as I turned 70 years old, I’ve adjusted to my new normal of a few beers a week, no smoking ever again but I’m pleased for never becoming a Curmudgeon,
or cantankerous old man. My sense of humor is still intact, and the obscurities of life still jump out at me, and Bob Martin still lets me point them out on his site. My newest trip around the sun has just started, “hang on Paul”, it’s going to be a hell of a ride again!