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Retired From Crime — and it Follows Me Into Retirement
Being a rumination on geezer self-defense.
I should be ready after two careers in crime.
My first career, as a judge, was about crime in a direct sense. My second career, as a criminal justice professor, was about crime in a less direct way. I was determined that my retirement would not be about crime.
Retirement?
Don’t roll your eyes — your time will come.
An early clue will be when some kid gives you the senior discount before you ask.
An even earlier clue is when you start calling thirty-somethings “kids.”
When my wife and I put the clues together, we started considering where to retire rather than if.
With public policy becoming more an exercise in meanness every year, we looked first at becoming ex-pats.
Canada would not take us because of age. We had not paid into the social safety net we were on the verge of needing.
Mexico looked good and I even located a beautiful place we could afford in San Miguel de Allende, but the disputes the drug cartels were having over prime smuggling routes made getting to the Mexican interior running a gauntlet through what used to be the friendly highways of…
