Rupert Murdoch

retired yesterday

at 92.

Michael Cain

confirmed

that he is

“sort of”

retired.

He is

“Bloody 90

now”.

Nancy Pelosi

was named

“Speaker Emerita”

nearly 10 months

ago.

Now 83,

she is running

for reelection

to Congress

in 2024.

A couple

weeks shy

of the big

Six O,

“Is there

ever a 

letting

go?”,

I wonder.

I can’t

imagine

feeling

so important

and indispensable

that I 

could not

retire,

as long as 

there was

sufficient

money.

Then again,

in retirement

we get 

to do

what we

want.

Clearly

that describes

the age

in which

we are 

living now.

In our 

Retirement Age,

we have

retired

the norms

and bonds

that used

to sustain us.

We have

retired

the decency

and potency

of democracy,

letting the

memories

remain

as the insults

to our body

politic

and social

fabric

damage-

even ravage-

us.

The age-old

hatreds,

bigotries,

grievances,

and even

ideas

of populism

have been

repackaged.

We are in

a Retirement

Age,

stagnating

creatively,

as everything

new

feels old

again.

I thought 

so much

had been

retired,

only to

see the

resurfacing

and 

enduring

old,

lingering

or

rerunning.

In our 

current

Retirement

Age,

nothing

is retired;

just tired.