First, let me adjust my flame proof suit, then an observation:
One fact unmentioned - when all us old farts retire, who is going to produce the money required to even half run society?
Yesterday afternoon I standing on the floor of a friend of mine’s small manufacturing company. They were behind and several of his ‘key’ employees were busting their butt to catch up. Meanwhile when 4 pm rolled around, most employees left.
Of course you know the punch line. Him, me, the people staying to catch up all have one similar characteristic: gray. Gray hair, gray beards, wrinkles, etc. Those that just had too many things to do and left - young.
We’re standing there watching this and he says to me, “if I ever decide I want to retire, I have no idea what to do with this place - sell it off I guess.” His own kid was one of the ones that left.
I am not trying to sound like an old fart, but I still see too much of the water being carried by gray, and way too little interest by those without gray. And while I plan to work a lot longer - all the gray will croak someday. Then what happens?
“...I still see too much of the water being carried by gray...”
I was on a engineering crew installing fiber-optic cables at NSA a few years ago. When the project started I was 62 and figured that I was going to be the geezer on the team.
On this 8 person team, I was 4th oldest.
What state was this in?
That’s what I’ve been seeing myself. And I’m one of the young people. What are we to do? There’s not enough of us to carry the load.