I haven’t started drawing Social Security yet. I’m waiting until I’m 66, when I can draw the full amount without having an income limit. That seems backward to me, but that’s the way the government works it. At age 62, if you draw Social Security, they penalize you if you make too much money.
If you would have told me at the age of 20, that I would someday be 65, I don’t think I would have believed you. At times I’ve had a wild and colorful life (some would call it “checkered”), at other times, it’s been dull and boring. I have two great kids and soon-to-be four grandkids. I have a wonderful home and a woman I love. I’m very fortunate.
I like to do things I’ve never done before — once. I’ve skydived, shot a 12-point buck and a wild turkey. I’ve scuba dived in the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, ridden RAGBRAI and rode a zip line through a rain forest. I haven’t been wild boar hunting yet. That’s something I’d like to do. At the end of June, I’m driving a tractor in the WHO Great Tractor Ride. That’ll be fun.
I haven’t been on a mission trip to Africa. That would be getting too far out of myself. But I have written a free weekly column for going on 15 years. My writing and art is my contribution, my legacy, my way of giving back to the community — something I can do for many years.
Come alive @ 65.