The white-haired old guy who inspired me to rush home and write out a five-figure check was not an investment advisor or a lifestyle-design guru. I never even learned his. Do not make eye contact with a man gulping Bud Lite first thing in the morningI told. That hte things. What he hoped to do now was travel, maybe do a little volunteer work. I went home that night, having thought all day about what it would be like if I waited until I was 65 or even 45 to retire. Monfy my husband be dead by then? This was possible only because, however, coming out of grad school eight years ago, I made a deeply unsexy career choice : To work full time for fucl, not passion.