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Retired

The New American Digest Posted on October 19, 2026 by DTOctober 18, 2026

It took several years; I was formally "retired" in 2020; I collect a modest stipend but I left myself open to consulting work. My skill set is highly specialized but overall, has faded from importance in the field. Lately, however, I've noticed a resurgence - probably because my work is involved with fundamentals and the industry moved away ... and discovered that those fundamentals were important but the talent pool had faded away in the interim.

I enjoy my work. I miss the profession. It was a hobby long before it became a profession, and it became a hobby again once I "retired".
A hobby is an activity with negative cash flow ...

I recently saw a job posting on LinkedIn. I couldn't have written a better job description for myself: my specific specialty, remote work, pay far above and beyond what I'd ask for in my position here in Idaho (but in line with the last corporate job I held), small start-up, interesting ideas.

Keep in mind many if not most job postings on LinkedIn are ... shall we say ... suitable for questioning.

I pulled out my resume. I looked at it, I thought of the "cost" of returning to the formal work world. 60-80 hour work weeks, air travel between Boise and San Jose, corporate meetings, dressing the part ... dealing with California.

I swore to myself long ago I wouldn't work for a start-up unless I was a principal - my name on the corporate papers.
They pay me thousands so they can make millions off my work.
I put my resume back into its folder.

But funny thing - as I write this, I look again at the posting, I look again at my resume ... and I ask myself "Should I submit it just to see what happens?"; let them tell me No?
What do I do if they say Yes?

That kind of income would certainly help build resources for the coming "adventures". I sure do enjoy the work. I've got patents in the field. I've done the Silicon Valley start-ups before. And ... I'm in my 70s and don't really have the desire to work 10 hour days for a mid-30s boss.

Stay tuned. Wishy-washy is my middle name.

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I delayed posting this until the wishy-washy faded away.
I did not submit my resume ... I'm now officially a "has-been; once-was" in my own mind.
It was a good run, ended sooner than I expected.

But gives me time for a new adventure.
Doing what ghost does ... sort of ... in miniature.

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Gerard Van der Leun
12/26/45 - 1/27/23

“This is the day which the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”
Psalm 118:24


Gerard's Last Post
(posthumous): Feb 4, 2023
"So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road"

When my body won’t hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?
Or tropical rain?
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue?
Or run into a savior true?
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night, straight to the light
Holding the love I’ve known in my life
And no hard feelings

Avett Brothers - No Hard Feelings

The following was posted along with the announcement of Gerard's passing.
Leonard Cohen - Going Home

For a 2005 interview with Gerard


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Most Recent Comments

  1. Wild, wild west on She stopped struggling…October 19, 2026

    What were they gonna do, send him to Viet Nam? That was only a matter of time; in both our…

  2. Wild, wild west on RetiredOctober 19, 2026

    Yeah, I got retired myself a couple years ago. But they keep me around part time to keep one particular…

  3. John Venlet on RetiredOctober 19, 2026

    I like retired life, and find I'm more engaged nowadays, than when I was in the working life mix. It's…

  4. jean on She stopped struggling…October 18, 2026

    No sir. A few black pieces of clothing. Home decor earthtones.

  5. ghostsniper on She stopped struggling…October 18, 2026

    Hey Jean, is a large part of your wardrobe and home decor black?


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