After getting home this afternoon from one of my greatest bike practices ever I assumed the domestic duty of getting the mail.  Inside the little mailbox waiting for me was my first ever Social Security Statement.

At first I figured Social Security is only for the old folk or that it was some bill so why even open it.  Just as I was about to throw my letter away I decided to be responsible and read the thing.

The good news I found out while reading my statement (yes, I can read) is that if I get disabled tomorrow I have enough credits to get money since I would be unable to work.  I also found out that if I die my wife (Heather “February Playmate” Smith) or my kids (Heather we have to work on this one…solely, of course, for the purpose of Social Security Benefits) get money also!

However, I was a bit disheartened to find out that I will have to race bicycle until I am 67 in order to get a full retirement…I am not sure if I can do it?  Hey, I wonder if that is what Tilford is doing?

later, g.