By: Lee Benson, Deseret News
April 29, 2013
PARK CITY — They moved in next door two years ago. Just drove up one day with no warning, pulling a U-Haul with New Jersey plates.
Looking back, the signs were there from the beginning. There were no kids with them. He didn’t drive off to work every morning. Neither did she. They had no visible means of support. Like Jimmy Stewart in “Rear Window” we watched them. What were they? Mafia? Drug-dealers? Loan sharks? Deadbeats?
Nope. Ski bums.
All they did was ski. The garage door would open, the SUV would back out, the skis would go on the rack, and they were off. Him especially. Day after day after day.
Couldn’t they get a job? Do something responsible? What must their parents be thinking?
There was this one small mitigating factor.
He was 68, she was 67.
Meet the neighbors: Chuck and Paddy Mollard. They went rogue on us, careened right off the grid, all in the name of giving retirement a good name. Their problem these days isn’t having enough to do, it’s having too much to do. So many runs, so little time.