RALEIGH, N.C. — The jokes roll out as soon Charles Broach strides into his all-night shift at the Wake County, N.C., detention annex: "Here comes Sheriff Grandpa" or "Smells like mothballs."
But at 69, Broach looks younger and more chiseled than half the detention officers lined up for evening inspection. He hammered out three sets of 40 sit-ups in his garage before work, then three sets of 40 push-ups and 30 minutes on his exercise bike — a morning routine.
The inmates may call Broach "Old School," but in a year, nobody has messed with the ex-Marine with his name tattooed on his left forearm, not even at night, when he's locked in a dorm with 40 of them, unarmed. They just ask him where he learned to walk so ramrod-straight.
"Would you like to count the rings on my tail?" Broach, who as far as anybody knows is the county's oldest jailer, says with a laugh.
By any measurement, workers of Broach's generation are keeping full-time jobs well past the age when their parents traded a paycheck for pension:
Between 1977 and 2007, the number of workers 65 and older rose 101 percent, figures from the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics show. And in 2007, the first baby-boomers hadn't yet celebrated a 65th birthday, meaning the graying-work force trend will likely grow.
Seniors aren't just clocking in and marking time. Many, like Broach, are toting a young worker's load. In 2009, 45 percent of employees older than 58 worked physically demanding jobs or endured difficult working conditions, including outdoor tasks, high temperatures, heavy loads and hazardous materials, says a report from the Center for Economic Policy and Research.
Broach counts himself lucky.
He doesn't have to work. He gets a federal pension from his last job as recruiter with the Army National Guard. He and his wife, Joyce, draw Social Security. With glaucoma, high-blood pressure and Type 2 diabetes, he qualifies for 40 percent disability pay.
But his wife's 401(k) plan took a giant hit during the recession. He still helps his seven children financially. With another paycheck, he can build another 401(k), protect his family with an extra insurance policy and live the kind of life he wants. At his quiet home, Broach can tend pear trees, make wine from scuppernong grapes and fish in a nearby pond — the sort of life a retiree used to expect.
All it takes is 12-hour night shifts at the jail.
The Wake detention annex houses inmates dormitory style, meaning there are no cells and no bars.
When Broach delivers mail inside the locked W dorm, he finds 24 men, with snake tattoos showing under orange-and white-uniforms, waiting in steel bunk beds and shouting gripes about jailhouse food. Many of them are child molesters or other felons. If they want to fight each other, and they do sometimes, Broach presses a two-way radio attached to his shoulder and calls for all available officers. But in a year, no one has raised a hand against him.
"I can still box," he promises.
When Broach was 17, he dropped out of high school and joined the Marines to support his mother and escape the streets. He grew up in Philadelphia, where his mother brought home $26 a week from work. The tough kids from Philly in the '50s looked and talked just like the inmates he guards today: same swagger, same short-sightedness, same road to jail.
"I'm not easily manipulated," he said, making his nighttime rounds. "I'm able to see through those people so easily because I grew up in those places."
When he was young, he used to get invited into gangs as a chance to belong and make some money. "Come get some love," they would tell him.
He never wavered. Instead, Broach persuaded his mother to sign him into the Marines, where, as a 6-foot-4 leatherneck, he bulked up from 136 to 225 pounds.
"They put me in between two fat boys in Parris Island," he recalled. "I would get this guy's mashed potatoes, my mashed potatoes and that guy's mashed potatoes."
In 40 years, Broach served in three branches of the military, moving to the Coast Guard and finishing as a top recruiter for the National Guard.
In between, he dabbled in broadcasting, reading the news and hosting a talk show in Connecticut. His voice still shows the crisp enunciation of a man who talks on-air for a living.
Over all that time, Broach kept his body primed, spending much of his military career on the basketball court or the boxing ring.
Today, he could pass for 45, and as a retiree, he couldn't stand to watch his belly grow under a retiree's couch-and-beer routine. So Broach rejoined the working world, first as an armored truck driver, until an accident so minor it caused no damage cost him the job, then at the Wake detention annex at a fellow officer's suggestion.
To graduate from basic detention academy, Broach had to pass push-up tests, reach sit-up minimums and run 1.5 miles in qualifying time. The next-oldest candidate was 55, but Broach made president of his class.
"The jumping jacks were bothering me," he recalls. "My friends would say, 'Broach, you got that Icy Hot? Throw it over here.' It smelled like an old folks' home."
Nobody questioned his age.
For Sheriff Donnie Harrison, if you're able to sit inside a locked room full of convicts who don't want to be there, and keep the room under control, your age doesn't matter.
"You always, in the back of your mind, say, 'I don't want anybody to get hurt,'" Harrison said. "When somebody says 69, you say, 'Can he take care of himself?' But I don't think there is any question with this gentleman. He went through the same training as a 21-year-old."
Alone with the inmates at night, Broach can tell which men came from gangs, and he can see them flashing signs. He wonders what it would take for these men to jump him one night, how fast help would arrive and how well he'd hold out until it did.
He knows you can't show weakness or fear in the jail, and he doesn't.
He knows how fortunate he is to have his health, and his strength and his income.
But there's also the idea of his wife and mother-in-law, and the grandchildren for whom he installed the backyard pool, and the feeling that it would be awfully nice to spend these last years with them.
Distributed by McClatchy-Tribune Information Services.