As I sit in traffic this evening, the radio is talking about the Paris Climate Talks and the year 2050. I look back at the lit up Empire State Plaza. Something so absurd and surreal about it all.

The year 2050, I will turn age 67. I am planning to retire that year. It won’t be that far away. It’s a bit scary. Every year I max out my Roth IRA because that year won’t be long, as I look back at the Empire Plaza one last time, going home from work.

2050 will come. It’s a certainty.