BOOMER, SINGLE, BROKE: ME AND BOBBIE MCGEE
They clog my mailbox every day—glossy brochures targeted at my boomer age range and zip code–shimmering with promise. Full-color photos of the luxury voyages I can take with my life partner as we revel in our Golden Years — (take it away, David Bowie)—as we leisurely spread our loot all over the world. Adult learning …