After 48 years as an employee for hire, I am not aggressively looking for a new career path when I retire at the end of December.
No more W2s for me, no
siree. Instead I’m looking ahead
to a clearing of the decks, emptying the old belfry, and dismantling of the
fine-oiled machine I have become over the decades.
But that doesn’t mean I am
giving up the world of business entirely.
In fact, I plan to devote myself full throttle to an endeavor that I
just thought up the other day.
As soon as it occurred to me,
I shared it with Jed. With any luck, it will never falter, always prosper, and
offer a spectacular ROI.
It’s called “The Business of Us.”
The Challenge is nothing less
than keeping the two of us healthy and afloat for a period of years not so
excessive that we dribble and our
kids no longer let us visit, nor so ridiculously short that we miss the season
finale of “Mad Men.”
The Business of Us will never
be traded on the New York Stock Exchange.
Still, for my money, it’s looking like a much better investment than,
well, Facebook.
