Clumsy With People
Edmund Marsh | Jul 11, 2024
SOME PEOPLE ARE BORN clumsy. Tools never seem to fit their hands. Their hammer finds a thumb more often than a nail. For them, running looks and feels like an ungainly, uphill battle—even on level ground. I don’t claim to be physically gifted. But my clumsiness shows up in a different way. I have a notable social deficiency: I’m naturally clumsy with people. Why is this important? It defined the first quarter-century of my life, including my finances. Stumbling start. Had I been born in these days of heightened awareness, I might be fingered for testing and diagnosed with mild autism. Yes, I had friends, played grade-school sports and swarmed into class with the other students. But my in-born emotional wall prevented true intimacy with my mates and resulted in a paralyzing anxiety that accompanied all public performances. I focused on the eyeballs in the stands, rather than the approaching pitch. A simple book report in front of familiar faces led to sleepless nights and a stuttering presentation. My personality traits hampered me from thriving during my childhood years. Despite this, my childhood wasn’t all misery. My quietly loving parents gave me room to be different, maybe seeing a bit of themselves in their awkward son. The many hours devoted to hunting with my father were joyful, mostly because of the time we shared and the beauty of the woods and fields. Meanwhile, seven summers with my maternal grandparents allowed an escape to a world away from people. The authentic rural landscape beckoned me on solitary walks of mental freedom, an indulgence missing from my life back home. Though stunted by my social shortcomings, my studies were a bright spot. Good grades led to an offer to skip my senior year of high school. Instead, I enrolled in the local…
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Edmund Marsh | Aug 1, 2024
I recently asked HumbleDollar Forum readers if they talk about money with friends and family members. Though the sample is small, the answer is clear. It seems nearly everyone except me keeps their nose where it belongs–out of other people’s business Perhaps my work as a physical therapist has dulled my sense of relationship boundaries. I’ve asked thousands of patients personal questions such as “Do you need help bathing?” Apparently, it’s just a small step from there to quizzing a close friend about her retirement plans. With my mind in that mode, at the end of last year I scheduled a short presentation on personal finance with my rehab clinic co-workers. In a previous lecture, I stressed the importance of posture in the prevention and treatment of a host of problems from back pain to breathing and swallowing difficulties. I reminded my colleagues that practicing proper posture is a simple, yet vital health habit. This time, I hoped to show my workplace friends the simple steps to a financially healthy retirement. My objective was twofold. First, stretch my colleagues’ minds forward in time to picture their future selves when their working days are past.. Then, point them toward our workplace retirement savings plan as a means of laying up money for that future. The rehab department is young. At 62, I’m well above average age. Most of the staff are caught up in the struggle of balancing the time demands of work and family life as they figure out how to meet the monthly bills and pay off debt. For many, saving for retirement can get shifted down the priority ladder of financial concerns. Of the fifteen or so people I expected to attend, I knew the group’s financial acumen ran the gamut. Some were savvy, like the young woman…
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Edmund Marsh | Feb 26, 2025
MILESTONES MARK the growth of a child as she moves from infancy through school age. In similar fashion, we adults tend to measure our life’s progress with “firsts” or other significant events. Perhaps we remember the feeling of maturity that came with our first kiss or our first job. Milestones help us attach meaning to the course of a life that sometimes seems beyond our control. Financial milestones often command special significance, like my first “real” job at age 15. My older brother got me hired by a company building a bank. My parents surprised me with unusual lenience by letting me drive myself in a borrowed vehicle, though I was still a few months from having an unrestricted license. On my first day, my initial task was enlarging the vent hole for the concrete vault with a hammer and chisel. Next came breaking up a sidewalk with a sledge hammer. I thought I was lucky to be called away from that work, but instead found myself hauling heavy landscaping timbers in the rain at the boss’s friend’s beach house. I got back to the jobsite wet and covered with sand. When I pointed out to the foreman that I’d had no lunch, he begrudgingly let me leave with the admonition to “hurry back.” Instead, I hurried to my truck, hurried home and never looked back. I don’t say that with pride, but I have no regrets. Despite my rough start, followed by a few tough years, my financial journey eventually smoothed out. The milestones began passing by with some regularity for my wife and me. Whether frugal by nature or nurture, our aggressive saving—and lack of troubles—left ample money from each paycheck to ladle into growing retirement accounts. I kept close tabs on the burgeoning balances, excited to see…
Read more » Retirement Rehearsal
Edmund Marsh | Jul 11, 2024
As I finish this article, I'm sitting in an Airbnb in an older community undergoing a renaissance, nestled between a small mountain and my family's favorite little city. Atop the mountain, my daughter is attending a three-day "get acquainted" gathering at the college perched there, while my wife and I hang out and practice being a couple again. Across the room, my wife is catching up on her reading. Freedom from home or family duties feels like a vacation to her, even if we're not running to and fro to catch the sights. Meanwhile, indulging in semi-dedicated writing time foreshadows my vision of retirement. Paired with gardening, my other hobby, I hope writing provides a balance to the busy retirement I expect to experience. Currently, my writing is relegated to early-morning, late -evening or odd stretches of time snatched from my busy schedule. I say "semi-dedicated" because my wife and I have an itinerary that intermingles short hikes and good food with down time in the Airbnb. That's an easy mix to throw together, since it's just a brief walk to strike a trail leading up the mountain, while a cluster of restaurants close by promise a tasty menu. There's no set schedule, so I'm following my plan to fire up the keyboard when my wife is otherwise occupied Until recently, retirement planning for my wife and me meant fretting over our investment mix and running the numbers to be certain there's money to pay the bills after our work days are over for good. But we've learned money is not the only scarce resource to work out a plan for. Once we're satisfied our pile of treasure is high enough to quit working--should we choose to do so--how should we spend our new-found free time? Our list of possible…
Read more » Lunch Money
Edmund Marsh | Sep 22, 2022
WE ALL HAVE GOOD habits and bad habits. One of my best habits: bringing my lunch to work. I save both money and calories by brown-bagging it rather than buying lunch at a restaurant. My lunch of leftovers, along with a few pieces of fruit and a bottle of water, cost less than even a fast-food meal deal, and it’s healthier. What about the long-term savings from avoiding those additional calories? Researchers have found that excess body weight adds thousands of dollars to our annual health care expenses. My meals at home are also reasonably healthy, mostly lean meats and fresh vegetables. The leftovers find their way into my lunchbox the next morning. A typical midday meal for me is two to three ounces of meat, one cup of steamed vegetables and two or three pieces of in-season fruit. The cost is less than $3. By contrast, a McDonald’s Big Mac combo meal runs to more than $8. A Chipotle grilled chicken burrito with rice, black beans and a drink is $11 to $12. Lunch at LongHorn Steakhouse starts at $8. The calorie count for my lunch is also lower. The total usually runs about 400. By contrast, the Big Mac combo boasts 1,080 calories, the Chipotle meal can total around 820, and a LongHorn crispy chicken combo has 1,200 calories if you choose a salad and diet drink. Those extra calories don’t automatically mean extra weight. But experience tells me that fast food lunches and a few restaurant dinners add pounds to my frame. Toss in a latte, instead of my preferred home-brewed black coffee at breakfast, and I could be headed toward a body mass index, or BMI, that’s dangerous to my health and my wallet. BMI is a measure of total body fat calculated from the height…
Read more » Just Enough
Edmund Marsh | Sep 17, 2022
PHYSICAL THERAPY IS a teaching profession. I am the teacher and my patients are the students. They come to me with a problem in need of a solution. I help them find the answer. Most of my patients have never faced the daunting challenge of overcoming a physical disability caused by injury or disease. They don’t know where to begin. Many have also never put in the sustained effort needed to achieve a tough goal. I’m tasked with teaching them both—giving them the knowledge that they need to get where they want to go and encouraging them to put forth the effort required to get there. I know how they feel. I had never really settled on a serious career goal until my early 30s, when I decided to return to college to train to become a physical therapist. At about the same time, I decided to become an “expert in investing.” I didn’t know at the time what that meant, but I figured I needed to be one so I could retire one day. I did know that I knew nothing about investing, and would need to begin from scratch. But first, physical therapy. I learned the basics, about muscles and joints, nerves and organs, and about the chemistry of the body. I went on to learn how all the parts work together to produce movement and allow us to interact with the world around us. Finally, I learned treatment strategies to help restore the bodies of those who need physical therapy to regain what they’ve lost because of a joint injury or a stroke. I landed my first physical therapy job at age 36. I didn’t know it then, but I was following the centuries-old, three-stage classical model of learning. In the grammar stage, the basics are learned through…
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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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