Retired! Oh my God! I made it!“I am free of the cold, unyielding shackles of labor; I am free of ceaseless toil for daily bread; I am free of the pernicious, pettifogging accounting of the fleeting moments of my now dwindling hours and days!I cast my warm shadow upon the earth, moving as it will, unfettered and free!I can lift my face to the warming sun and Almighty God! I can tread with measured step, lovingly cadenced by sweet moments of His eternal passing time and know that my time is now my own! I can sing the joyous songs of freedom, freedom to say what needs to be said or should not be said; to do things that need to be done or do nothing at all; to hear what must be heard or might be heardand to sleep, when I will, in the rapturous bosom of the glimmering twilight of my years. The mystic meanings of sunsets and sunrises, birdsong and wind, the endless flight of laughing clouds and evening stars, hold fast in my mind’s eye, now and forever.Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!”Breaking the yellow finish line tape of the race that began with Kindergarten, August 1958.