Planning for Retirement
"GOOD MORNING, DEAR FRIENDS," Roy greeted us enthusiastically. "What a fabulous day!"
"Actually, it's overcast and cool," I noted, looking to Tom and Cathy for verification.
"I'm talking about the positively glowing feeling permeating every fiber of one's being the day after a Tiger ninth-inning comeback victory," Roy beamed.
"You're making me sick," came from the recesses of the back room, where Clyde was stewing, and brewing coffee.
"How right you are, Roy." I smiled. "On days like this it's just great to be alive."
"We're going down to tomorrow's game," Cathy in-formed him cheerfully. "Sue and Dave, and Tom and I. Oh, let me rephrase that. I'm going with Sue and Dave, and Tom is also coming."
"And to think I was going to pay for your ticket," sighed Tom, shaking his head.
"On a more serious note, does each of you have a pho-tocopied bill to show me?" asked Roy, referring to last month's ultimatum to get a will or else.