Not a guide book. I repeat . . . not a guide book. No Road Map Inside. Unperfected musings on the road next to be taken supplemented by memories (faulty or not), observations (no clinical trials), and cat-like curiosity about what lies ahead. References (possibly annoying depending on your preferences) abound to midcentury pop and Broadway songs-as good a definition of life as any. Lacking the wisdom of the ages, the book rests insecurely on fallacy, misdirection, and hope. Far from funny, it promises to confuse, confound, and console. Or not. Read at your risk and peril. Retirement is the product of a whimsical yet willful roll of the dice. The other options? Pack it in or keep on trucking. Is that all there is? 'fraid so.