        In his early sixties and comfortably retired, Dale spent as many weeks as he could in Northern Michigan.  A career beginning as an apprentice in a machine shop had ended with him running a tool-and-die business, which he had fortuitously sold just before the economy went into a death spiral.  He wasn’t exactly wealthy, but he had enough put aside to get along for many more years, and he had fairly simple tastes—his car was proof enough of that.  Long past its prime, he had no desire to replace it with something newer.