[Boomer]

Travel,

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I really have to get out of this kitchen today. Do you have a club that talks about this stuff there? If so, I may have to come down there just for the meetings.

Now, I have to tell a little story.

Remember Hercules and all those tasks he had to perform Remember the Hydra. It was a monster. He had to cut off its head. So he took his sword and he cut off the Hydra's vicious head. And the Hydra grew two heads in the place of one. Herc cut off both heads. And then there were four. You get the drift.

Anyway, finally old Herc heated up his sword. And when he cut off all those heads with that hot sword, none could ever grow back. It was kind of a mythological cauterization process so to speak. A healing.

When I am not ranting about the econ mess, I am ranting about healthcare. It all runs together. Mr. B and I retired because we have access to good coverage. Had we not, we would have not been able to retire. But it costs more every year and we are out here slouching toward Medicare. But we have a way to go. Early retirement. We took a chance. No regrets so far. But we know that those big companies can always drop the other shoe. Headline news. We will see how it goes. We took a chance. We knew it. The rest of it we could pretty much financially predict. Affordable healthcare access is the unknown in the equation. Here today. Gone tomorrow?

I hate it when people take the "I got mine. Too bad ya don't got yours" attitude about healthcare. We are in it together. Got it or not. And all of it is precarious. To say the least.

Socialized Medicine? The battle cry. To distract the masses. To stay in power while offering no solutions.

The people I know who are sweating this do not want socialized medicine. My friends are not looking for a free ride. They are just looking for access. They just want to be able to buy a ticket to ride. To not be stuck trying to retire with some lame individual plan. Only to have it become cost prohibitive if they get sick. Really sick. It happens. Maybe not to everybody. But it happens.

Small business owners trying to retire often get hit really hard. So often they have no access to retiree healthcare that is not cost prohibitive. The ultimate American Dreamer. The small business owner is really hurting sometimes when it comes to access to a good healthcare plan. Affordable access.

And those I know who are trying to retire from state jobs are finding out that maybe they can afford to cover their own plan, but those spousal plans are skyrocketing. Half of a couple might have to just keep slouching toward Medicare.

And I really have to stop now. And I do not know what to do anyway. About any of this mess. Because nobody has any answers. And it was my party and I will cry if I want to. And I don't know where to turn in November. And I see so many who want to believe. But I am a bit jaded, And I have nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And I keep talking in song lyrics this morning. And I really have to leave. And I need to ask Mr. Boomer to disembowel my computer. Just for awhile.

But before I leave, back to Hercules and those labors of his. Maybe we need to heat up our swords. And cut off a few heads. Permanently. Term limitations come to mind. But they would have to vote that in for themselves wouldn't they? A hydra-headed monster.

And while we are reminiscing, well I am anyway, about Hercules, we can recall another of his labors.

He needed to clean out the Aegean Stables.

Years and years of you know what. Piles and piles of that stinking mess. Thick with flies.

Herc had to change the course of a river to get those stables cleaned out. It may have been two rivers. But poor Herc. If he tried to help us today, he would just get into trouble for being so ungreen.

So anyway. Not only am I digressing this morning. I am alluding. And the speaking in song lyrics really must stop. At least all of you know the same songs. And I really need to hit the road. And I have no answers. So if anybody figures it out, let me know. Because I am in white hot terror.

Boomer, The Other Side of Boomer, Chapter 2