I'd like to take a moment to note my father's (probably temporary) retirement. He's left a line of work he'd been in since before the last US helicopters left the embassy in Saigon[1], and he's the kind of guy who marks important moments in his life that way -- so I come by it naturally.
He really left it all on the road -- as of 5PM yesterday[2], he was still corresponding with colleagues, as if he was going to find some last little gem to put out before he left. I think I probably would have just run out the clock starting sometime in June.
Congratulations, dad. Even without a job you're still wealthier than me, so dinner's still on you for a while yet.
[1] Stories have been told, multiply. (Of course, by the time the US diplomats returned to Vietnam, the embassy was moved to Hanoi, and Saigon was called Ho Chi Minh City.)
[2] Seriously. I've seen the emails. I'm relatively certain they weren't being sent from a movie theater, this time.
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