Retirement for the Writer? Nonsense

As I approach the dreaded, um, 60 years of age this early July, I naturally keep seeing the word retirement popping into my head. You know, you work forty years or so at a job you basically can’t stand, save your money in a 401K, buy a big house, some cars, maybe join a country club, send the kids to college, incur massive debt, then between the ages of…