As we’ve been wintering with the snowbirds for the past couple of months, I have lost track of the amount of times people have remarked, “Aren’t you a little young to be retired?” Having lived in a college town for several years in Kansas, I’m more accustomed to being the oldest person in the room, not the youngest, but here I feel like a kid—thanks! Anyway, this always launches us into a discussion about how we’re definitely not retired; Ken’s a working stiff and I’m a Master’s student. Continue reading “Aren’t You a Little Young to be Retired?”