McDonald's: Social Club for Over-65

 In driving from west to the midwest I noticed this: The local McDonald's are jam-packed, especially in the early morning, with the over-65. Mostly men. They cluster into groups of five to eight. Sometimes a couple drifts in. They usually greet the tribe and then sit elsewhere. Other locals know those tables belong to them, during those hours. Yes, hours. 

Despite all the reported angst about running out of money through living too long, the groups exude contentment. Lots of loud laughing. 

This is the social club they can afford. Their wives, if still alive, don't mind (they told me) because alcohol isn't served. Everyone, from the manager to the perky staff behind the register, knows their name. No one gives them a dirty look to free up a table.

In terms of snippets of Americana, McDonald's is evolving into a bridge from the structure of work to the certainty of being able to sit across from caring friends. 

In coaching, those still working tell me how much they miss daily close friendships. No one seems to have the time to just hang out. 

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