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

later, heading back toward the city, and the first billboard I saw was basically a love letter to debt.

Bright. Smiling faces. The promise of a better life if you clicked a button.

Everything in America is engineered to make you feel like the next purchase is a rescue mission.

My gas light blinked on.

Of course it did.

And I had this weird moment where continue reading …