My son’s smart home cost $4.2 million. My Christmas dinner cost $12.50. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade that burger for all the imported marble in his zip code.
Here is why I walked out of my son’s mansion 15 minutes after arriving.
For the last twelve years, since my wife Mary passed, my world has shrunk down to the cab of a 1998 pickup …
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