Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies As you know, I’m 64 and, surprisingly, Nerine still feeds me, though it’s debatable whether she still needs me. Next year, I hit my “sell-by” date, and formal full-time employment ends. Retirement looms. Polite people don’t talk about money. Ask how their investments are managed or howContinue reading “Ruminations on financial advisors”
An angelic perspective
Ruminant Pink Friday 