Uncle Monk is probably my very favorite uncle. Now I hate to show favorites because I have
some great uncles. I have some great
relatives that have all taught me things about life and had an impact on who I
am today. I think our personalities are
formed by our association with our family members, friends and those who we
associate with on a daily basis. We
learn bits and pieces from each of them, they mold and change us.
Uncle Monk is retired Navy.
When I was a kid, he was off sailing around the world, sending picture
post cards and "stuff" back from exotic places.
Several years at Christmas he gave me and cousin Jimmy a sailor hats. There couldn't have been a bigger prize. New bicycles, train sets, nothing could
compare to that sailor hat just like Uncle Monk wore. Sailor hats then were white and they didn't stay clean for long when you are 10 years old.
Granny would wash it regularly; with the red dirt of Talladega County
and constant washing they became tattered pretty quick.
Back to the story.
Uncle Monk retired as a Chief Petty Officer from the Navy after 20 or 25
years, bought a farm at Bernie Station and got a job as a postman in
Childersburg. He delivered mail around
Childersburg for many years. He worked enough
years to be able to retire from the postal service. I think you call that double dipping. As he was approaching his 65th
birthday, his supervisor had asked him several times when he was going to
retire. Uncle Monk found out that he
want to make sure one of his relatives got his job when it retired. Apparently there must be something about advertising for the position and applying that has to be timed for a selected
individual to get a selected job. Sixty-fifth
birthday came and went, Uncle Monk enjoyed his work and wasn't in much of a
hurry to make up his mind about when to retire, although his boss keep
asking. One day Uncle Monk came in off
his route and the supervisor called him into the office, shut the door and told
him to sit down. The guy in not very
polite language said “Damn it Grady, I have to know when you are going to
retire”. It was just something about the
tone of the voice that Uncle Monk didn’t like.
Uncle Monk looked at him and said “Today is the day”. The guy apparently got even more un-polite
and told him he couldn't retire that day.
Uncle Monk informed him that he could, told him he was going to be
taking his sick leave for the next three weeks and would then start his 2 weeks
of vacation. He got in the car drove to
Birmingham, filled out the paper work and never went back.
Everyone at the office knows this story. I have kidding them for years telling them
that I don’t need to work anymore so don’t piss me off because I can always say
“Today is the day”.
Actually a very similar thing happened to Carole. She had her twenty years in with the school
system and wanted to spend more time with Paul and Michael while they were
still at home. She was secure in her job
that she loved. She was struggling with
the thoughts of retirement. What would
she do? Her job had defined her, what
definition would she have if she didn't work.
She absolutely loved school. She
love working with the students. The
administrative side of her job wasn't “her joy” to put it mildly. She had the retirement papers on her desk for
weeks and was procrastinating signing them.
Was it the right thing to do? Should
I work for another year? Then one
morning one of the other teachers came into her office and just went off about
something she had no control over. She
thought “Today is the Day”. As the other
teacher was taking she reached over, signed the paper and mailed it that
afternoon. She never had to worry about
not having definition. She has
substantially added to her resume or obituary, which every way you want to look
at it, since she retired.
Apparently a lot of people have trouble with making the
decision to retire. I certainly
have. My main problem is I love to do
what we do. I think my work is about the
most fun you can have. I worked with two
individuals who were outstanding professionals.
Both were at the top of their profession. Both worked too long and didn't keep up with
the profession. At the end of their
career people were laughing at them and their decision. I never wanted to be that way. I have always wanted to finish as a John
Madden and not a Tom Landry. John Madden
quit with a winning record, Landry who literally changed the game of football, won
more super bowls and division championships was fired after three losing seasons. I have been waiting for someone to make me
mad and so I could tell them “Today is the Day”. Maybe it isn't going to happen; I may have
to say “I have boats to build”. As of
the start of the year, I quit doing anything design related on new projects. I still talk to clients but pass them off to
one of the younger smarter engineers that work in our company.
I bought a couple hundred board feet of number one boat
lumber last weekend. “It is time to
start building boats.”
Nice post! Unfortunately for me, I'm having to come out of my recent semi-retirement now. Of course, there are so many thing that I just love to do, but the trick is to get someone to pay me for one of them. :) Brian is headed back to school soon to get his MA and maybe even a PhD in Mechanical Engineering. Let us know if you and your wife have any plans to be in Seattle. We'd love to chat with you guys again.
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