My dad died of cancer in February. He was 75. Since then I’ve been thinking about him a lot, and what I learned from him.
My wife Pulao and I each take out a small amount of cash every week just to spend on ourselves. My mother-in-law once asked me: “What do you spend yours on?”
“Drinks maybe,” I said. “Shooting pool, going to a casino.”
“Oh,” she said. “All bad things.”
I learned all my bad things from Dad. He taught me how to shoot pool, . . .