My freshly retired dad Doug bought himself an early Xmas gift from Jason and I. As in, we're gonna give him the money for this, his dream rickshaw, which is pretty much a kid carrier that he will use to carry not kids, but groceries. Says dad in an email to Jason "dougs delivery service now in business. did trader joes and longs this morn and everything went super smooth."
What you see in this photo is the joyous face of a man who no longer works from 5am-2pm in the Cargo department of American Airlines, as he's done for the past 37 years. 37 years. Doug turned 60 a few weeks ago. That's a big chunk o life doing the same damn thing every day of the week. And lo! Now he is free to ride his bike on every trail in San Jose, and to stop at Trader Joe's and fill his rickshaw with all the frozen fruit and nuts and dried apricots and soy pretzels and yogurt that it can hold.
Damn, the retired life's a sweet one.
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