My parents did a great job of conditioning my brother and me to be conscious of money. I was on a partial scholarship to Brown that was provided by IBM, but I felt the pressure. My parents were always doing things like sucking marrow out of bones and eating fish heads, and reminding me how they’d mortgaged the house to cover my tuition. I got an on-campus job as a snack bar worker making six dollars per hour and was promoted to supervisor after a semester. I’d worked part-time at the library while at Exeter, and thus took for granted that I should have a job all of the time.
