coachk64
Bearcat
My sainted mother was left with three small kids back in the late '60's, and she was a recent immigrant with only an Icelandic high school education and limited English. She somehow managed to keep body and soul together for all of us and I don't remember feeling like we were poor. I do recall that our big night out once a month was that we would pack baloney sandwiches and sit in the A&W Drive Inn and each of us kids got their own tiny root beer. That was some high-livin'.