My mom's in town for my nephew's graduation and after visiting Monticello on Saturday, we decided to head down to Mount Vernon today.
How strange it was to be in a historic place on a beautiful Monday in May surrounded by school children on a field trip and yet responsible for none of them.
Not the girl shouting, "Look! Real sheep! I saw that one breathe!" Not the boy stuffing a whole cup of fountain soda in his pocket. Not the kids trying to huff the special effects fog in the movie, nor their class mates who caught the soap flake "snow" on their tongues, and definitely not the boy with the electronic transmitter on his ankle.
Is this what retirement will be like?
How strange it was to be in a historic place on a beautiful Monday in May surrounded by school children on a field trip and yet responsible for none of them.
Not the girl shouting, "Look! Real sheep! I saw that one breathe!" Not the boy stuffing a whole cup of fountain soda in his pocket. Not the kids trying to huff the special effects fog in the movie, nor their class mates who caught the soap flake "snow" on their tongues, and definitely not the boy with the electronic transmitter on his ankle.
Is this what retirement will be like?
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