In the scheme of a working life, you retire, you move, right? We decided not to, at least not in the near term. There are several reasons, but the big one is the wish of my wife, Vicki, to spend more time helping her father in Wisconsin some 900 miles away.
(Vicki is planning ahead, well ahead. Her father is a guy, who, in his mid-80s, builds and flies his own airplanes, just built a Model-T Ford, and last year, painted his barn perched on a 30 foot lift.)
So, rather than