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.
For the last twelve years, since my wife Mary passed, my world had shrunk down to the cab of a 1998 pickup truck and the heartbeat of a dog named Buster.
Buster isn’t a purebred. …
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