Tuesday, September 19, 2006

WHEN I'M SIXTY FOUR

I wonder if you guys saw this news item on AOL last week.

Among six of the best places to retire in America were three sites that are rather closely connected to the Quadblog.

Allow me to proudly begin with the Michigan site. Holland, Michigan. A mere thirty minute drive from beautiful suburban Caledonia on Lake Michigan. Home of the annual Tulip Festival where you can see countless tow-headed youngsters in authentic Dutch costumes dancing around the streets in wooden shoes. Also home of the historic, landmark windmill from the Netherlands which attracts hundreds of tourists every summer. Home of Hope College where the Harvard of Evangelicalism will come this Saturday to struggle on the gridiron and gain victory over the Flying Dutchmen. I never thought of Holland as a retirement spot because the winters can be rather cold and snowy but I suppose the good old Dutch folk probably have a place in our second wonderful retirement site…

St. Simons Island, Georgia! Yes, my dear friends, former home of our beloved founder, the Smoking Christian himself. One advantage to retired people is that they can climb the highest peak on the island without even becoming slightly winded. It stands no more than twenty feet above sea level at any point. Another advantage is that there are very few actual southerners living on St. Simons Island. The vast majority of the population are Yankees who have migrated for the benevolent winters. The golf is excellent. The pace of life is slower. However, summers are so miserably hot and mosquito-infested that most of the people would like to have a summer home in our third lovely retirement site…

Walla Walla, Washington! Believe it or not, one of America’s finest retirement towns lies only about 130 miles from the home of our friends, the Yakimaniacs! Just two short hours (100 minutes is the Yakster himself is driving) through Wapato, Toppenish, and gorgeous Wallula. Don’t miss Frontier Days or the wineries! I know absolutely nothing about Walla Walla. In fact, I thought it was a joke, like Kalamazoo. I think it is a native name meaning “old people, old people,” but I’m not sure. Perhaps our local reporters can tell us some of the wonders of Walla Walla just in case we might like to retire there. I’m sure the cost of living is cheaper than say, Fullerton or Anaheim.

I just found it interesting that so many of us have close connections to the blue-hair wonderlands of America. It’s never too early to start planning!

1 Comments:

Blogger Yakimaniac said...

Alas my dear Shilohperson, I cannot recommend that you settle in your retirement to Walla Walla. Though a lovely place of forest and field and possessing a small town beauty of the old West, Walla Walla has a nasty history of slaughtering its ministers. If you were a mere tradesman or a lowly plowman nary a hair on your head would be touched but as a man of the cloth you would be in mortal danger. Beginning in 1847, in November to be exact, the Cayuse Indians took their revenge on the good Doctor Marcus Whitman, a missionary, and 12 of his household including his wife. This they did for bringing a pestilence upon them and then being unable to summon magic strong enough to heal them.

To this day there are roving bands of missionaries seeking to take their revenge on the local population of Indigenous People. There is much bloodshed on both sides. You would be much more comfortable in Yukimoo where you could join us locals taking target practice at roving bands of Californians who are ravaging our property assessments with their surplus capital gains.

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