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at the age of 57 and after a string of awards from the company for being their top man in the field. No higher exec was leaving or dying, so he was out before he developed any health problems that would cost them a few bucks.
1973 was just as the Nixon/Ford/OPEC unemployment was starting to hit hard. He and my mother sold much of what they had, sold their house, and left for an apartment in Florida, preparing to live on investment income, not much at that time.
I'm mentioning this because of that corporate expiration date that always arrives so much sooner than eligibility for Social Security does. It's particularly cruel that they retire us before we are able to get retirement income to live on. It's why I get absolutely furious at anyone who suggests raising the retirement age. Even desk jockeys, capable of 20 years more work, get the axe in their 50s. People who do physical work are often stuck with worn out bodies in their 50s.
The good news for your dad is that he lasted until almost 62, so he can now get his early Social Security, so he can keep a roof over his head and have food to eat. The bad news is that it's unlikely to stretch much farther than that, and I imagine his savings are depleted. Perhaps a part time McJob can eventually be found to help him eke out a better living.
The way working people have been treated in this country since 1969 is nothing short of pure evil. Most of us his age are in the same boat whether or not we're still able to cling to a job.
There is no rhyme or reason or justice to this system, there is only life that we stubbornly cling to.
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