I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

of driftwood.”

“I’m tired,” I snapped. “I’m exhausted.”

He nodded once, like he understood that part more than I thought.

“Then stop buying things that pretend to fix tired,” he said.

There it was. The Frank philosophy.

I pushed my plate away, suddenly not hungry again.

“You know what I hate?” I said.

Frank raised his eyebrows.

“I hate that you’re right,” continue reading …