I’m seriously considering retirement.
I know what you’re thinking. Why would someone who’s obviously decades too young and in better shape than most of our Olympic athletes be thinking of hanging up her spurs?
Well, like one of my favorite cowboy musicians likes to sing “If you wait for the dinner bell to ring to wash your hands, you end up with leftovers. And that’s how I met you.”
Since retirement won’t happen immediately, I thought I should do some research to find a great town in which to spend my golden years. And the many years leading up to them.
So, here are my criteria for where I want to live and not work.
Friendly locals. “Good morning,” “Thank you” and “Excuse me” go a long way in my world, even if you don’t know someone. In my retirement destination, my off-leash dog will be scratched behind her ears instead of being the cause for a call to the dog catcher.
Friendly visitors. Most people traveling in Buffalo Bill’s Cody/Yellowstone Country are curious and open to conversation. My landing spot will attract the same type of visitor.
Entertainment. Since Dan Miller’s wife probably won’t let Read More