How to fill time in retirement

 The second cycle of 17 is where a lot of significant things happened to me. I graduated High School in the first year, graduated college in the fifth year and then moved to Florida to join my parents for a short period since I only had $11 left in my bank account. I sent out my resume to almost a 100 companies, many of them in the Northeast. But no luck on the job search. Here are some pictures from the second cycle of 17, some might call it 18 through 34, but not me! Visiting Florida in the first year continued as my parents took me and my great friend Rene Paquette, to visit my Dad's parents, Albia and Lois, in Daytona. We actually stayed at a cheap motel on the famous (and drivable) Daytona Beach. Harold and Stella with Albia, Rene and I behind them, at the pool of our motel. The first year was also my Senior year at MUHS. Being so young, I agreed to host a talent show with my pitching (baseball) buddy and classmate Steve Corbett. We were billed as the Coroncha Brothers. Steve ...

 This past week, I celebrated another Birthday. Born on August 16 in 1957, I have reached an age that I do not want to say out loud. As a mathematician, I was able to come up with the concept that I am celebrating my 17th Birthday for the fourth time. That is right, I am sweet 17 again. Let us look back at the previous cycles of my life, 17 years at a time. The first cycle of 17 could be called a Magical Mystery Tour. Nothing in your life has been set yet. Every decision you make, even at a very young age, may alter the future you end up following. Some things are givens, while others are just s coin flip on the direction you may head. Let us look at some points in my first 17, often biased by what pictures I may have. Siblings, not a lot you can do about that. My older sister Patsy (Pat) was 10 years older than me. My brother John had a seven year head start and brother Tom was just 2 and one half years ahead of me. We looked so innocent at my first Christmas, me trusting my brot...