Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
A used microphone.
A better cable for the guitar I’d bought with savings from my first few paychecks.
But I liked earning my own money.
Every Friday, I’d look at my wages and imagine how much freedom they could eventually buy.
I began saving for a car.
Dad surprised me by taking an interest.
He helped me look through used-car advertisements and came along when I found an old Buick that was barely within my budget.
The seller wanted more than I had saved.