Baby boomer man humorously looking at mid-life, retirement, and memories.
First there was baby “Facebook” and now this: an Israeli couple has named their kid “Like.”
The Israeli news source Galgalatz reports that Lior and Vardit Adler are the proud parents of a bouncing baby girl named after the Facebook Like button, which recently celebrated its first birthday.
Ten Names from Facebook for a girl that are better than “Like.”
But in twenty-three days it will be gone.
I have Short Timer’s Disease. STD.
23 days until I retire.
This thousand day countdown is now irrelevant. This is the time left until my 66th birthday: the gummit sanctioned day that I would be eligible for to collect my full allotment of Social Security moola.
When I started telling people at work that I would be retiring, Nicole-The-Receptionist, (not her real name) asked:
What happens if the guy that comes in after you doesn’t like me?
I cracked:
I don’t give a shit.
Which all agreed would be shortened to I.D.G.A.S. in future conversations about work-related issues.
I can’t wait to tell them I have an STD.
I’ve got it, but I’ll try not to spread it.
I KNEW I would find them. Of the thousands and thousands of pictures I have looked at over the past month deciding which to keep and which to pitch and which to send to daughters to pitch (!), I knew I would run across the pics of my run in with a Maple tree.
Of course, they show up AFTER I’ve published the post.
Drat.
As the Sham-Wow guy used to say… or Paul Harvey used to say… but WAIT there’s more… here’s the rest of the story.
My brother was killed in a car wreck about a year before my wreck.
He was driving the Death Trap - a Corvair Monza convertible with four speed. The car that made Ralph Nader famous. We both liked to drive fast. He died. I didn’t. He was just a few miles from home on a sweeping curve. The kind of curve that someone driving a sporty little car would try to take at high speed. The rear of the car passed the front and the Corvair ended up backing into a tree.
Comparing the damage to the two cars, a reasonable person would guess that I would be the dead kid. The damage to the Corvair was a semi-circle crunch that matched the diameter of the tree.
But can you imagine the whiplash?
My dad had to go by the wreckage of the car I was driving on the way to the hospital where they took me. He was positive he had another dead son. Can you imagine the feeling in his stomach?
By the time I was 23 my brother and my son had died.
You can’t imagine …
Laura Chinchilla is president of Costa Rica. A first.
She is visiting the United States.
She restores my interest in politics.
Costa Rican President Laura Chinchilla will visit the United States next week in a bid to build on the charm offensive with American investors and media that she kicked off last September.
Chinchilla and a selection of top cabinet members and investment promoters will set off May 14 for San Francisco, California, and then to Washington DC on May 18, meeting along the way with businesses to spark interest in moving their operations to Costa Rica.
“I want to get the message in the minds of investors worldwide that Costa Rica is the best destination for their operations,” Chinchilla said on Tuesday.
Chinchilla needs to convince U.S. companies that Costa Rica, known for its stability, is still a sound investment despite the country’s infrastructure shortcomings, crime problems and her government’s widening deficit that surpassed 5 percent of GDP last year—the highest as a share of economic output in Latin America, according to the Economic Commission for Latin America and the Caribbean (ECLAC).
Yup, the U.S. didn’t nominate or elect Hillary, so I’m now on the Chinchilla oxcart (aka Tico bandwagon.)
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