There are many roads to riches, but none of them runs through the shopping mall.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT my father was a brave man. It wasn’t just because he served in World War II. It had to do with a few incidents that I witnessed.
I’ll never forget when my dad and I went to McDonald's for a late evening meal. I was probably in the eighth grade. I believe my mother was working late that night. It must have been a Friday because a lot of teenagers were hanging out in the parking lot.
It was the 1960s, when folks would often eat their food in their car. While we were consuming our burgers and fries, a fight broke out in the parking lot. I said to myself, “We should get out of here before things really get out of control.” But my father thought otherwise. We were going to finish our meal.
There were three teenagers in the car next to us. They started to get out of their vehicle to join the fight. My dad wasn’t a big man, and these three guys looked like they were big enough to be on the high school football team.
Still, my dad stuck his head out of the window and yelled, “Get back in your car.” Those guys looked at my dad, and slowly sat back down and shut the car doors. I don’t know what my dad would have done if they’d ignored him.
We stayed until order was restored. I always thought my dad was courageous that night. Today, some might say he was foolish.
But what might have been even more courageous was when my father accepted a job in California. In summer 1961, when we lived in Canton, Ohio, my dad answered a help wanted ad in the local newspaper. It was for a job as a machinist in Los Angeles. At the time, Southern California companies were looking for skilled labor.
He was offered the job after a telephone interview. Although the company paid all our travel expenses, I often thought it took courage for my father to uproot his family, head to a faraway place he’d never seen, and leave his job to work for a company he knew little about.
We drove our 1956 Ford Fairlane on a long, hot and humid journey across the country in hopes of a better life. I remember it was so hot in Arizona we had to hang a bag full of ice over the radiator to keep the car from overheating.
The company paid for our stay at a motel in Culver City. My dad would go to work during the day at a machine shop that did work for aerospace companies. My mother, sister and I hung around the motel, waiting for him to return. After a few days, it was clear California would be our new home, so my mother, sister and I took a train back to Canton to sell the house and most of our belongings. My parents’ Ohio starter home sold for $10,000.
As a 10-year-old, I didn’t realize that this cross-country trip was the start of my own journey to financial freedom. We weren’t just driving that Ford Fairlane to Los Angeles so my parents could find steady employment. We were also going to a place where my sister and I would find more economic opportunities.
When I graduated college, there were still plenty of job opportunities with major aerospace companies in the area. I went on to enjoy a fulfilling career in the aerospace industry, and I owe much of my success to my parents and that old Ford that took us to a land of opportunity.
Now that I’m retired, I sometimes think that my wife and I should take that cross-country trip in the other direction, in hopes of finding a better retirement. The cost of living is much cheaper in other parts of the country. In California, gasoline is more expensive and food prices are higher, plus our insurance premiums went up sharply this year.
We could sell our house and buy a nice home in the Midwest or the South, and still have money left over. But I think deciding where to live in retirement should involve more than money. I believe we have a better chance to live a longer and healthier life if we stay in Southern California.
We can have a more active lifestyle because the weather is milder here. We can walk, run, hike, bike, golf and work in our garden all year round. The summers can be hot, but not humid. There’s also less risk of falling down and breaking a hip during the winter season.
When I was in college, I had a professor—an older gentleman. On the first day of class, he was telling the students about himself. He said he recently moved to California from Indiana. For the sake of his health, his doctor recommended that he move to a place where the climate was milder.
While he was telling us his story, he began rubbing the top of his bald head. He said, “Not only do I think my health is better, I think my hair is starting to grow back.”
I don't think my hair will grow back. But like that professor, I think my wife and I have a better chance of living a longer and healthier life if we stay put.
Dennis Friedman retired from Boeing Satellite Systems after a 30-year career in manufacturing. Born in Ohio, Dennis is a California transplant with a bachelor's degree in history and an MBA. A self-described "humble investor," he likes reading historical novels and about personal finance. Check out his earlier articles and follow him on X @DMFrie. [xyz-ihs snippet="Donate"]
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Adam M. Grossman is the founder of Mayport, a fixed-fee wealth management firm. Sign up for Adam's Daily Ideas email, follow him on X @AdamMGrossman and check out his earlier articles.NO. 51: RENTAL real estate can be a great investment. But it’s also a big, leveraged, undiversified bet and a lot of hassle. A diversified stock portfolio is less work—and arguably less risky.
NO. 12: WE AREN'T good at figuring out what we truly want—dubbed miswanting by psychologists. We imagine a bigger house or early retirement will make us happier. But if we achieve such things, we may discover they aren’t that important to us. That’s why, instead of simply assuming we know what we want, we should think hard about our goals.
NET WORTH. To calculate our wealth, we need to add up our assets and then subtract all debts. What counts as an asset? Include financial accounts and any homes you own. Ignore cars, furniture and other household possessions, because these depreciate over time—and they typically can’t be sold, because you can’t reasonably live without them.
NO. 58: RISK shouldn't be confused with return. History suggests that if you have, say, 20 years to invest, a diversified stock portfolio is highly likely to make you good money—and far more than bonds and cash. That can make stocks seem like the low-risk choice. But this ignores an inconvenient truth: You have to live with your stocks in the short term.
NO. 51: RENTAL real estate can be a great investment. But it’s also a big, leveraged, undiversified bet and a lot of hassle. A diversified stock portfolio is less work—and arguably less risky.
We hear a lot of doom and gloom about inflation these days. Soaring prices, the sigh every time we fill up the tank. On my side of the pond inflation seems to be receding as a major problem. Fingers crossed it stays in its box and doesn’t jack in the box back out. But what if I told you that inflation is actually a benevolent force?
I don’t want to belittle the genuine hardship that the recent bout of inflation has caused to many families around the world but I was just thinking….
I’ve always been a saver. From my first job singing in the church choir, I stashed earnings in a snap-top Band-Aid box. I added to my savings by sweeping the patio of a family friend.
Sometimes, I’d shake my savings onto my bedspread and count it. It gave me a great feeling to find that I had $10.50 or $15.65. The stacks of silver quarters gave me a sense of security as a child.
That’s why it’s been a bit of a letdown to start withdrawals from my 401(k).
Suzie and I are packing a travel bag right now. Later this morning, we’re off to the Fermanagh Lakelands, a two-hour drive from our holiday home. We’re staying for three nights in a fancy hotel that’s also the wedding venue for the daughter of a very close friend. We’ll be attending the festivities there. I’m looking forward to the wedding, except, of course, for the suit I’ll have to wear.
I’m particularly interested in seeing the bride in her wedding dress because,
I was watching a TV program this afternoon about a couple living really frugal lives, all so they could escape their former high-pressure jobs. And really? I just don’t get why people would choose that. It didn’t seem appealing to me. The thing that kept going through my mind was how pressurized their new, “improved” lifestyle seemed – always looking for bargain clothing, short-dated discounted food, hustling for money to pay the bills. Why not just consider a part-time job with less pressure?
I went on a little shopping spree last week for some new tunes, ordering some records from a reputable online music store. Like a little kid who just ordered PlayStation 5 from Amazon, I’ve been anxiously tracking my order on the fine United States Post Office website.
I cannot make the following story up.
On 8/11 I placed my order.
On 8/12 the retailer delivered my records to the USPS origin facility in Louisville KY.
So far so good.
Read any article on retirement planning and there will be something about the expenses that go away upon retirement.
Usually the top two are no more mortgage payment or saving for retirement followed by commuting and other work related costs, less driving hence less gasoline, less spent on clothes. Some articles mention no longer paying life insurance premiums, less dining out and fewer subscriptions.
Some of these may be significant and others not so much. Certainly if a mortgage is paid off at retirement that is a big reduction and no doubt most will see a drop in their savings rate especially if saving was a significant percentage of income.
Took Courage
Dennis Friedman | Mar 21, 2024
I ALWAYS THOUGHT my father was a brave man. It wasn’t just because he served in World War II. It had to do with a few incidents that I witnessed.
I’ll never forget when my dad and I went to McDonald's for a late evening meal. I was probably in the eighth grade. I believe my mother was working late that night. It must have been a Friday because a lot of teenagers were hanging out in the parking lot.
It was the 1960s, when folks would often eat their food in their car. While we were consuming our burgers and fries, a fight broke out in the parking lot. I said to myself, “We should get out of here before things really get out of control.” But my father thought otherwise. We were going to finish our meal.
There were three teenagers in the car next to us. They started to get out of their vehicle to join the fight. My dad wasn’t a big man, and these three guys looked like they were big enough to be on the high school football team.
Still, my dad stuck his head out of the window and yelled, “Get back in your car.” Those guys looked at my dad, and slowly sat back down and shut the car doors. I don’t know what my dad would have done if they’d ignored him.
We stayed until order was restored. I always thought my dad was courageous that night. Today, some might say he was foolish.
But what might have been even more courageous was when my father accepted a job in California. In summer 1961, when we lived in Canton, Ohio, my dad answered a help wanted ad in the local newspaper. It was for a job as a machinist in Los Angeles. At the time, Southern California companies were looking for skilled labor.
He was offered the job after a telephone interview. Although the company paid all our travel expenses, I often thought it took courage for my father to uproot his family, head to a faraway place he’d never seen, and leave his job to work for a company he knew little about.
We drove our 1956 Ford Fairlane on a long, hot and humid journey across the country in hopes of a better life. I remember it was so hot in Arizona we had to hang a bag full of ice over the radiator to keep the car from overheating.
The company paid for our stay at a motel in Culver City. My dad would go to work during the day at a machine shop that did work for aerospace companies. My mother, sister and I hung around the motel, waiting for him to return. After a few days, it was clear California would be our new home, so my mother, sister and I took a train back to Canton to sell the house and most of our belongings. My parents’ Ohio starter home sold for $10,000.
As a 10-year-old, I didn’t realize that this cross-country trip was the start of my own journey to financial freedom. We weren’t just driving that Ford Fairlane to Los Angeles so my parents could find steady employment. We were also going to a place where my sister and I would find more economic opportunities.
When I graduated college, there were still plenty of job opportunities with major aerospace companies in the area. I went on to enjoy a fulfilling career in the aerospace industry, and I owe much of my success to my parents and that old Ford that took us to a land of opportunity.
Now that I’m retired, I sometimes think that my wife and I should take that cross-country trip in the other direction, in hopes of finding a better retirement. The cost of living is much cheaper in other parts of the country. In California, gasoline is more expensive and food prices are higher, plus our insurance premiums went up sharply this year.
We could sell our house and buy a nice home in the Midwest or the South, and still have money left over. But I think deciding where to live in retirement should involve more than money. I believe we have a better chance to live a longer and healthier life if we stay in Southern California.
We can have a more active lifestyle because the weather is milder here. We can walk, run, hike, bike, golf and work in our garden all year round. The summers can be hot, but not humid. There’s also less risk of falling down and breaking a hip during the winter season.
When I was in college, I had a professor—an older gentleman. On the first day of class, he was telling the students about himself. He said he recently moved to California from Indiana. For the sake of his health, his doctor recommended that he move to a place where the climate was milder.
While he was telling us his story, he began rubbing the top of his bald head. He said, “Not only do I think my health is better, I think my hair is starting to grow back.”
I don't think my hair will grow back. But like that professor, I think my wife and I have a better chance of living a longer and healthier life if we stay put.
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