Too Poor to Buy Cheap

As a young boy growing up in the fifties, I remember helping my dad fix things. Whether it was the car, the furnace, or the sink, my dad could fix it, and – by working beside him – I learned to fix things too. We weren’t well-to-do by any stretch of the imagination. We ate the heels of every loaf of bread, drank each gallon of milk to the last drop, and packed bologna and cheese sandwiches every...
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