“Do you have a grandfather?” asked my second-grade classmate Gillian as we walked up the dusty track to the horse corral. “Yes,” I replied. “He’s retired.” “You mean he’s dead?” “No…” Recent experience has confirmed my childhood understanding that retirement is not the same thing as death. Though some may find it comparable. The very...
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