“Hey, did you guys see this thing for POW bracelets?” Cathy came bounding into 14D with a mail order flyer. “We should order some.”

It was November of 1972 and I was a college freshman at an expensive but academically mediocre all-girl junior college in Miami, Florida. I took the paper from her and began to read aloud. “Over a thousand American soldiers have been held as Prisoners of War in North Vietnam. Our goal is to make sure this stays in our awareness until each soldier is returned to us. Please order a POW/MIA bracelet and pledge to wear…


So there I sat …
three full months into retirement, and two months into a radical relocation. While marveling at the concept of a “gas fireplace” after thirty plus years of living in the tropics, I couldn’t help but wonder — how did I get here and what in the hell did I just do?!

And then I laughed.

Care to join me on my post-retirement adventures?


Over the years, I’ve tried to watch various Reality TV shows and although I stayed with Project Runway and Dancing With the Stars for multiple seasons, the genre just doesn’t hold my interest for long. Except for one program: Bravo TV’s Top Chef.

From the very first season until the year I dumped cable TV, I watched every episode. It’s dramatic on its own, so there was thankfully a little less of the producer-created interpersonal drama that seems to be a part of reality TV. Plus, I logged a number of years in the Food & Beverage industry — albeit…


Note: originally published on MartiWrites.com on May 4, 2017. And to think what’s transpired since then …

Tried really hard not to write about this yet again, but ….

May 4, 1970. Fifty-one years ago today, I was a sophomore in high school, just beginning to think about colleges. Being an Ohio girl, the first school that caught my attention was Kent State. Not too far, state school, beautiful campus and a GREAT theatre department.

The early 70’s were turbulent times. Campus protests against the Vietnam War, a younger generation resisting the status quo more forcibly than ever in our…


Camping in 1977 and visiting Tappan Lake in 2020. At least I changed hats.

Yes. I’m a lousy housekeeper, not very organized and a bit of a packrat. This combination of traits can lead to a perfect storm of “omg, where IS that thing??” On the other hand, it may give rise to a joyful reunion between myself and a piece of stuff from a distant part of my life. …


2019 Selfie with IA residents, from whitehouse.gov

About six years ago I ripped off the Band Aid and dumped cable TV. Not being a sports fan, the only time I’ve regretted the decision has been when I couldn’t find a way to livestream the Oscars. One of the unexpected benefits of my cable-less life was no longer feeling obligated to suffer network news. I now mostly READ my news. Much better! This engages my brain first, and emotions only after I process what I’m reading. Plus. I don’t have to read the same thing over and over and over until something new happens. [imagine an eyeroll here]


So lately I’ve been thinking about two concepts-

  1. Not being sucked in to fear and anger
  2. Being in an oblivious little bubble

And I can’t help but wonder … where’s the line drawn between the two? If I’m happy wandering around my newly rented little home, zooming with friends, family and my Rotary group, seeing them in person on occasion and limiting my social life to the local Giant Eagle in my well-behaved left leaning neighborhood, am I in denial? Should I be posting my outrage on social media? Am I part of the problem or part of the solution…


see the video at https://youtu.be/fn3KWM1kuAw

Facebook (ugh) has played a major role in alleviating the weirdness of pandemic-motivated social distancing, I have to admit. However it’s a pretty superficial form of communicating, especially for those of us who don’t want to be in a constant state of either intense arguing or — the equally useless — preaching to the choir. Nevertheless, I occasionally find some sparkling gems among the cat and dinner pix.

Such is the case with Boston Dynamic’s video of their best robotic creations dancing to the Contours 1962 classic “Do You Love Me?,” narrated by Mythbuster’s Adam Savage.

But what prompted this…


Thinking out loud here …

Perhaps I’ll receive a $600 stimulus check, along with all others in my particular economic category. I’ve recently retired and have a a pension + social security income + modest 401k tucked away that makes it all fairly livable. Nevertheless … I could use an extra $600. No doubt.

But here’s the thing …

The stimulus check is for COVID related unemployment relief, right? And although COVID has certainly impacted my life, it has not affected me economically. If we were given the choice to receive it or to decline, I’m pretty sure I’d decline…

Marti Wukelic

Retired, relocated and in the process of figuring out what’s next.

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