On my trusty Schwinn to morning coffee, saw a guy fishing . . . Hadn't seen him in 30 years (since high school) and he recognized me too . . . Jim? Rick? How's it going? etc. He chose a life of no job, no wife, no kids, didn't like pressure or hassle. I chose the opposite. I did notice he didn't have any gray hair, if any.
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