OPINION: Old enough to miss the world’s crack-up
Having recently reached age 55, I look at the actuary tables and realize I have around 25 years left. As such, I no longer have to worry about many of the world’s woes that keep the medicine cabinets of 30-year-olds stocked with Xanax.
In recent years, one of my biggest concerns has been retirement, which I hope to spend watching re-runs of Seinfeld, while stuffing myself with potato chips and onion dip. But this lofty goal is dependent upon my receiving a hefty Social Security check.
The Gen Xers, Generation Ys and Millennials have mostly given up on the idea of collecting Social Security. I also used to fret over talk about “saving” the retirement program — which, in Washington speak, meant stripping the system until a government check was as worthless as a Ray Rice jersey.