As I was leaving the Municipal Archives the other day they were setting up for a retirement party for a judge. I don’t really get retirement parties, except, I guess if you enjoy your co-workers, any excuse for a party makes sense. Or, if you hated your job.
But if you enjoyed your work, or even if you have had enough, its a weird thing to celebrate. To me a retirement party means: I’m too old to work and I’m going to be dead soon. I guess a better way to look at it is: I’m old so I’m quitting while I’m still ahead in order to have a great time and some adventures before I die.