Tomorrow is another day…

…but not for everyone.

There were plenty of retirement parties in the last years I spent on my former job. I didn’t like this kind of parties, for two particular reasons: they reminded me that I was getting older, and the more years I had worked with that fellow, the stronger the feeling was. On the other hand, I knew they were actually goodbye parties, and as I knew for sure that I might never see those people again, they give me a grim feeling of emptiness, no matter how good the wine was.

Mike retired in June. The party lasted till late at night, in spite of the mosquitos and some hundreds of calls on our mobiles from about thirty impatient wives. We had enough beer and the barbeque was great, so we didn’t bother. Continue reading “Tomorrow is another day…”