My brother, Brother Groovy, is a very curious fellow, and lately he’s been on a self-sufficiency kick. He wants to buy land in the country so he can build a little house, grow some food, and raise some chickens. He’s also exploring the feasibility of powering his little country house with solar. Since the idea …
I’m a baby boomer. I’m fifty-six years old and I didn’t get married until I was forty-two. I defy the statistics. Mr. Groovy and I should have grandchildren by now, or at least be preparing for an empty nest. We have no children and this is a first marriage for us both. We got a …
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Come the end of this year, Mrs. Groovy and I will join the ranks of the early retired. This means we’ll enter 2017 without employer-provided health insurance. For the first time in decades, we’ll be responsible for protecting our assets from the ravenous jaws of the healthcare industry. Hello Obamacare. The nice thing about Obamacare …
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Years ago, when I was living in New York, I played ice hockey. I was a decent player, but I had a problem making abrupt stops and tight turns. So to up my game, I decided to get skating lessons. Getting skating lessons seemed easy enough. I lived in Long Beach, and literally five blocks …
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2015 was the first time Mrs. Groovy and I ever tracked our spending for an entire year. And we engaged in this somewhat laborious task because we plan to retire in October and we need the answer to one fundamental question: Have our savings surpassed the Mustachian Threshold? Do we have at least twenty-five times …