It is official. I am no longer a wage-slave, I am a pension and Social Security slave...and I love it! My peeps gave me a delightful party last Friday at a co-workers home, much food, drink and fun. And yesterday, my last day, my managers and co-workers gave me a send-off that I will remember forever: great speeches, another potluck, it was wonderful. My bride then took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant: Piatti, in La Jolla Shores. This is the only place for superb veal sweetbreads in three counties. We had a ball. Now my bride and I are in moving mode full-time. During May we will gradually haul all the stuff that will fit up to the new house, which is 1000 square feet smaller than the San Diego abode...so Goodwill is benefitting greatly. I am still in shock, wondering how it will feel Monday morning when no alarm goes off....and how will I get by without Rod, Skeet, and Scott to work and joke with...I am going to have to get a life outside. But, as I often tell my managers, it i...