I like to tell myself that I’m still a young man, and in many ways, I still am. I’m active, mentally sharp (just ask me) and some would say at the apex of my career.
But at night, on the highway of life, I see the mileage sign for a destination that’s creeping closer and closer. That destination? Let’s call it “Old Towne.”
It’s where older workers (we’ll loosely define that as those over 50) go to do the following — live in fear of being laid off from their companies, spend their modest severance when they are separated and