Boomers’ New Commune for Retirement Post-Recession

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Increasingly, I have listened to my Boomer friends tell me that  the economic meltdown has caused a serious decline in their pensions funds and portfolios.   The standard refrain is, “I’ll never be able to retire.”   Some are joking, or trying to put a good face on a rotten time for a Recession, and some are hardly joking at all.

Couple the loss of savings with the potential loss of your job, and Boomers are wondering how they are even going to make it to retirement.   It is no secret that the Boomers are generally higher paid and not as willing at this point in life to work the slave hours as their younger counterpart.   Then there are the others, who can’t find work and have given up trying.  They are taking earlier retirement.   Maybe they are getting less income from their Social Security and Retirement funds.   But at least they are getting  some money.   And some money is better than no money at all.  I guess.

It is a lousy economy for everybody but especially for a generation that thought it would never grow old, and now it has.   It’s a harsh reality, for sure, especially when you feel the first ailments, the aches and pains,  that make it harder to get up and harder to get it up.   Friends are starting to die around you.  It seems too early, but nevertheless life has its way of telling you the time of the season.   As Bob Dylan sang in one of his songs, “It ain’t dark yet, but it’s getting  there.”

All right, not to be morbid.   The fact is for most Boomers there is still a long way to go.   We are overall in better shape than any other generation.   We are better educated and more or us exercise and eat right.   We try to stay vital and relevant, even when looking vital and relevant is a full time job.  We have sex on a regular basis.   Or at least some of us do.   We accept the new realities that our friends and associates in trying to find themselves found sometimes that the boys liked boys and the girls liked girls.   Hey considering that our parents at our age looked like Dwight and Mamie Eisenhower, this ain’t too bad.

We look for second careers and go into business for ourselves.   We wear funny tee shirts and buy CD’s of our favorite bands.   We try to understand our children and maybe we do a better job of it than our parents did with us.   Or maybe we have no more of a clue about how and why the younger generation behaves than the old fogies who tried to ruin our youth.

So now hear we are, at least eyeballing retirement.   But in this economy we are increasingly aware, despite the assurances to the contrary, we may be faced with some serious downsizing.   Social services and entitlement may not be there like we thought.  We sure can’t take it for granted.   Instead of the government and our nest eggs providing us with economic and psychological sanctuary, we may be left to our own devices.   There are cracks in the system, the same system we once deplored and then finally embraced.   We were victimized by stupid wars, again,  and watched a bunch of white collar thieves run off with our money.   Some of us are those white collar thieves, but I digress.

We have handled it well.  So far.  Rather than man the barricades and storm the government institutions, we just grouse about it.   Maybe.  Or we take mood elevators and try not to notice.    Perhaps the storming part is best left to younger people as all that climbing and running would causes pains in the places we would rather ignore.   Who wants tear gas all over our brand new designer jeans?

As for the younger people, they accept their fates with a mix of apathy and lethargy.   It’s that or they are remarkable stoic.   The thing is if they are this apathetic about their own fates, then for sure as hell they are not about to care too much about us.   Even if we are their parents.

So I started thinking of solutions to our possible future challenges.   I realized we are liable to end up living on communes.  Talk about karma with a capital “K.”   We are going to chip in or in some other way cluster into workable communities where we can put food on the table and take care of each other.   Maybe it’s nuts to think this way, but it is no crazier than believing all those years of working fourteen hours a day would guarantee our economic security.   That is starting to look like it was really insane, wasting our lives, most of us, in jobs we hated.  For trinkets and beads.
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I write this never being a big fan of the communes of old.    I had visited a few in those times and it always seemed oddly humorous that the  commune dwellers in search of democracy voted on just about everything from cooking the ubiquitous brown rice to sexual sleeping arrangements.  all that deliberation was just too overwhelming.   I realized there need to be certain arrangements in order for these communes to survive, but some of the rules were more draconian than the rules of straight society.     In straight society you just needed money, and people would tend to leave you alone, if you wanted.  Not at the communes.  It seemed everyone was into everybody else’s business.

I remember living in Santa Fe, New Mexico and sitting in my favorite restaurant as a gaggle of hippies and their gaggle of kids partook in their weekly restaurant experience.   they may have been rich kids looking poor for all I knew.   The men and women were often dressed in muslin.  Dirty muslin.  Dresses, skirts, mens’ shirts.   Their kids, too, were adorned in muslin.  Set off, as they say in the fashion world, by dirty faces.

I forget the name of that particular commune where this group made their home.  It was up in the mountains and over the years was transformed by new owners into Ten Thousand Waves, the Japanese health spa.   Talk about changes and things.   The commune did enjoy the rare distinction of surviving longer than most.

So now here we are, perhaps about to reexamine the commune experience of our youth.  While most Boomers never set foot inside a commune, maybe a good thing, now it may loom as one of the principle means of our survival.   Of course the new communes would hardly resemble the old communes.   For one thing the sex acts would be far more limited.    Even with Viagra.

The good news would be that the residents would be far more accomplished than those who lived  in the communes of  our youth.    Despite all assertions to the contrary, we we largely young and inexperienced, lacking skill sets we have developed over time.   We may actually have a clue and know what we are doing, which back then was often not the case.

Things have changed.  We live in a digital world with the Internet.  Survival and setting up a business or series of business that may bring in income is a lot more realistic than the axiom of merely growing one’s own food and inseminating the barnyard animals.    Power lines reach into even the more rural areas, so running computer and appliances is not that much an issue.   Besides, some of these communes may be in urban areas, even blighted urban areas that can be reclaimed on the cheap.   Or perhaps they will exist in suburbia, in communities that have fallen apart.   Old factories.  Who knows.

Needs will be different from those in our youth.  Once upon a time it seemed like every third hippie woman took up midwifery.  Noble enough but hardly necessary with a group facing its own mortality.   People will need nursing and hospice skills instead.      Some people will need retraining. People will need entertainment.   Some will come over the Internet and through satellite and cable, but if there is leisure time it cannot all be spent in the pursuit of metaphysical enlightenment or listening to a poorly played guitar.

Then there is a matter of benefiting the surrounding communities.   When you have this many skilled Boomers clustered into one area then it is only fitting devote some time to going out into the community.  It wouldn’t hurt to teach the kids to read and write.   Teach classes on real issues, things that we have learned along the way.   Be the mentors we as kids thought others should be.   Maybe put a little something back in the world, even if our experience in it was less than satisfactory.

It can’t hurt.   And after all, it beats working.

Author: Gordon Basichis

Gordon Basichis is the Co-Founder of Corra Group, specializing in pre-employment background checks and corporate research. He has been a marketing and media executive. He is the author of the best selling Beautiful Bad Girl, The Vicki Morgan Story, a non-fiction novel that helped define exotic behavior in the late twentieth century. He has recently published The Cuban Quarter, The Blood Orange, and The Guys Who Spied for China, dealing with Chinese Espionage in the United States. He is the author of The Constant Travellers. He has been a journalist for several newspapers and is a screenwriter and producer.

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