I love picking up trash. It’s fun, makes the world a little better, and costs practically nothing to do. This cheap way of having fun got me thinking. People spend a lot of money on entertainment. Cable television, dining out with friends, bar hopping on a Friday night—these fairly innocuous diversions can blow a giant …
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Prior to my fortieth birthday (I’m 55 now), I was a financial moron. I wasn’t good at making money, and I wasn’t good at saving money. My financial IQ was appalling. Rudimentary financial concepts such as “pay yourself first,” “build an emergency fund,” “automate your savings,” and “invest in low-cost index funds” were utterly alien. …
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Big news today, groovy freedomists. Our good friend Fritz over at The Retirement Manifesto was invited to a Stacking Benjamins‘ roundtable and he DOMINATED IT. Just check out the link below and find out for yourself. Joe, Doug, and Joe’s mom will never be the same. Hacks Behind a $39 Utility Bill (plus the Evil …
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Caution: There’s foul language in this post. I never know what Mr. Groovy is going to say when he writes self-flagellation posts. I get very nervous that he may share some pretty weird sh*t. Since I’m more emotionally repressed about exposing my flaws, I’m forcing myself to take a stab at a self-flagellation post. Not …
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About a month or so ago, I realized that I wasn’t doing one of the things I said I was going to do in retirement. I wasn’t picking up trash. For some reason, I thought my assault on litter should wait until Mrs. Groovy and I relocated to Wake Forest. But then it hit me: …