I’d be back when i was 28 just married and do it all over again, but smarter. Would have spent less time at work, spend more times with my wife and soon to be children

Bass fishing on the Alabama River with my sons on a 70 degree Spring day...and they're biting.

Sometimes poorness is material and one wonders where the next pennies or dollars are to be found. Been there, done that. It isn't much fun.

However, those memories of which you speak are of more value than a ton of platinum. You have learned that.

Picture it, North Carolina, 1969: I would have a fever of 102, flushed cheeks, sitting up in my bed trying to get soup down my sore throat! While my mama nurses me, I am looking out my window. A native of sunny, southern California, at 12, this Novermber day brings me the first snowfall I have seen in my life, and I don't even feel like going outside. I close my eyes and think that I can't wait to feel better so I can go play in this wonderful white stuff. By the time I can, there are two feet of flakes accumulated on the ground. I get dressed, go outside and join by brothers, sisters, mother, step-dad, and cousins as we take turns flying down the mountainside riding on the hood of an old abandoned car. What memories. Mom's gone, now. Today, I'm the oldest surviving member of my family. Some of my siblings are literally thousands of miles away. Yet, not a day passes by when I don't think of them, when love doesn't flood my heart. When memories are so wonderful that they send my mind back, and I'm 12 again. Even though we are the poorest family I know, and we only eat meat once a week, it's like heaven to remember.

Barbados shocking up the sun.