We really didn’t take vacations when I was growing up. My dad would probably argue that my entire childhood was one long vacation. I would counter that I had a job: going to school. And it was hard work. Every morning, I had to get up early, eat breakfast, get dressed, grab my briefcase and walk to school—uphill, both ways. Then we sat there for eight hours, absorbing facts and figures until our little brains swelled to twice their normal size. …
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