Saturday, October 25, 2014
The numbers are all wrong
As retirement approaches, I must decide what to keep and what to throw overboard. My New Yorker subscription is expiring. I've been an off-and-on subscriber since I was 16. I have two reasons to let it lapse again: money and time. It's $89.99 to renew for 47 issues. Strange how the years get shorter as I get older. Two dollars an issue, not bad for something I get a lot of pleasure from, but it cuts into my allotted time. Time to read all the books I've accumulated. It's telling that the cover of my final issue of the New Yorker, dated October 20, has a drawing of a woman reading a book in a room overflowing with books. I'll take that as a sign, and if I lay low for a few months, they'll make me an offer I can't refuse.