After 33 years and three months, I have officially moved out of Washington, D.C. Clichés come to mind (“it’s been a good run/ride” seems the one most popular lately. But I hate that cliché. So, let me go with the “it’s a new chapter” cliché.).
I don’t mean to make this all about me, but then again what is a blog if it isn’t all about the person writing it? So, indulge me. I moved to DC in March 1981 to work for Malcolm Baldrige when he became President Reagan’s secretary of commerce. I leave DC in May 2014 in the process of co-authoring, with my wife, a book on Malcolm Baldrige. Bookends in a way.
In between were a few different, and great, jobs. Many good, and many great, friends. Some once-in-a-lifetime experiences. Much fun. Some sadness. No major regrets.
But indulging me is one thing, turning totally narcissistic is another. And I’ve known a few of those types in DC too (put them under the “some sadness” category). Now we live in a home we’ve been making ready for 10 years in Marion, Mass., a lovely little town on Buzzards Bay which is close enough to Cape Cod that some think we live on the Cape, but far enough away that we have none of the traffic or over-pricing.
Retirement, a place I’ve been for nearly six months, has been busy enough. The move is one piece of the busy (and when the boxes arrived with the movers yesterday the myth that we live minimally was busted. Now, though, that is an aspiration. So, unpacking is now another task to be done.) I’m doing some writing though not enough in this space lately largely because of move tasks. I’m on a board that’s been busier than I anticipated. I play my first-of-the-year round of golf tomorrow, weather permitting. There are six grandkids within two hours of here, and three daughters. All people I hope to see more often now.
Life is good. And, I must admit, it has been a good run/ride. And I’m hoping that continues for many years to come.
I don’t mean to make this all about me, but then again what is a blog if it isn’t all about the person writing it? So, indulge me. I moved to DC in March 1981 to work for Malcolm Baldrige when he became President Reagan’s secretary of commerce. I leave DC in May 2014 in the process of co-authoring, with my wife, a book on Malcolm Baldrige. Bookends in a way.
In between were a few different, and great, jobs. Many good, and many great, friends. Some once-in-a-lifetime experiences. Much fun. Some sadness. No major regrets.
But indulging me is one thing, turning totally narcissistic is another. And I’ve known a few of those types in DC too (put them under the “some sadness” category). Now we live in a home we’ve been making ready for 10 years in Marion, Mass., a lovely little town on Buzzards Bay which is close enough to Cape Cod that some think we live on the Cape, but far enough away that we have none of the traffic or over-pricing.
Retirement, a place I’ve been for nearly six months, has been busy enough. The move is one piece of the busy (and when the boxes arrived with the movers yesterday the myth that we live minimally was busted. Now, though, that is an aspiration. So, unpacking is now another task to be done.) I’m doing some writing though not enough in this space lately largely because of move tasks. I’m on a board that’s been busier than I anticipated. I play my first-of-the-year round of golf tomorrow, weather permitting. There are six grandkids within two hours of here, and three daughters. All people I hope to see more often now.
Life is good. And, I must admit, it has been a good run/ride. And I’m hoping that continues for many years to come.
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