Crowded Aisles at Callaghan’s Market
Crowded Aisles at Callaghan’s MarketThe old, young-looking man pushed his grocery cart down the crowded aisles of Callaghan’s Market in Sault Ste. Marie. It was the third of the month, the date when many retirees receive their Social Security check. I assumed he was retired but had yet to acquire a stooped back, rotund belly, or chicken-like neck found on so many male retirees. He actually looked quite dapper. His gray blazer was over a white shirt. His blue tie was in a spectacular Windsor knot. His black trousers were wrinkle-free and deeply creased. His white hair was immaculately cut, his gray beard perfectly trimmed, and his rimless spectacles of the latest style. I’m a young man and hoped I would look as debonair as he when I reached retirement a
