A friend from Oregon - a good, in general, divorced and second married aunt in years - drew her ex-husband to meet me and asked if he could not be settled with me for a while, or he was a type of boomer. I ask, why is he bombarded? In short, the man's story is about this: after retirement, he decided to live on dividends and on the income from leaving some of his housing. He left Oregon to San Diego (where the cost of life goes somewhere beyond the horizon) and in a few years managed to burn completely - according to them, he had to sell literally everything. Judging by the description, his lifestyle was like that of the Kril Strekosa, and at the same time he even managed to argue with friends who supported him.

In general, he returned to Oregon, where his ex-wife, with the consent of her new husband, allowed him to live a little at home, and the type is trying to help start life from the beginning.
In this place I was almost crying out of sympathy, and was ready to provide the poor with shelter and what he needed there... But then he decided to insert a replica from himself. His phrase, after which I sent them both as carefully as possible, was, “If I don’t find a way to improve my financial situation, I might have to sell my plane.”