The Boston Four-hour Workweek

September 25, 2008

I’m currently reading the Four Hour Workweek and it brought me back to a time when I worked in an office with other humans.

Most of the stuff I’ve found in the book is already part of my ongoing implementation of a retirement lifestyle at age 43. The main point of the book is the bus theory of life…or death.

Why are you putting all your nest-eggs in a basket not to be opened or enjoyed for years? What would you do for eternity in Heck or Heaven if the day before retirement (like in every bad cop show) you catch a bullet or get crushed by the bus going pell-mell down Mass Ave. to Arlington Center?

But that’s not the only reason I started this post. I wanted to remind readers that sometimes an editor doesn’t purchase my column and I have a pile of perfectly-composed sentences gathering technology dust in a folder on my desktop.

So I’ve put up a recent column that didn’t get any interest in Yankee Magazine nor in the Boston Globe. Enjoy.

More to come…