It is sad. For many unfortunates, work becomes their "life". I recall a time when men sometimes complained that, after retiring, there was "nothing to do". Thei

It is sad. For many unfortunates, work becomes their "life". I recall a time when men sometimes complained that, after retiring, there was "nothing to do". Their identity was gone. Some died within a few years of 'retirement'. Some had been too tired at the end of every day of labor to develop outside interests, have a hobby, whatever they might enjoy in the 'golden years' after the hearty hand-clasp. Even IF the pension had survived.