My parents were very frugal people. We rarely ever ate out (“We can make that better at home!”) and we never took exotic trips to Disneyworld or The Grand Canyon. Our one BIG trip of the year was a road trip, taken over the course of three days, in a tiny car packed with five people and two coolers, from Texas to Indiana and then later, Michigan, where our relatives lived.
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