Actually, I’m left with a renewed appreciation for the role of ceremony at life events. People said nice things—at points I felt like Tom Sawyer eavesdropping on his funeral—and the equivalent of a gold watch was presented. I’m the last guy to have worked in the building in the seventies, it turns out. I didn’t really have the emotional sense of retirement until this afternoon. It was a little hilarious listening to the newly-arrived Big Boss, whom I met for two minutes last week, paying tribute to me, but I have been to funerals like that times past.
cordially,
cordially,