It's graduation time again and the announcements are filling up our metal mailbox. Every afternoon, I hike to the end of our long driveway and retrieve a few more to add to our social calendar. I'm always impressed by the design of the modern graduation invitations we receive. High-end (and I'm sure high-priced) professional photos of the graduate from babyhood to senior year adorn the cards, with details of the reception embossed in school colors. The parties take place in venues such as park pavilions, country clubs and American Legion halls. The meals are hearty -- sometimes even catered -- the decorations are festive, and the gifts are plentiful and lavish.
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Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
One of the best sounds of our Good Old Days had to be the clink of coins as they hit the bottom of our piggy banks. With each small but mighty deposit, our dreams of a vital purchase took shape in our imaginations. That hard-earned jingle-jangle meant that popcorn and a movie with friends was going to be a reality on Saturday, or that special blouse would be a part of our wardrobe soon, or a new...
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The arrival of spring in 1965 marked the end of winter shoveling and the beginning of my first adventure into the world of high finance. Of course, high finance to a 9-year-old living in Buffalo, N.Y., meant earning the huge sum of 10 cents. It was winter and shoveling snow that actually gave me my opportunity to start my own soil-delivery business.
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