The Ruler From 1990: How My Tough Love Drowned My Son

an old-school guy. I’m from a generation where if you showed up on time and did what you were told, the world took care of you. I bought my three-bedroom ranch house in 1990 for a price that wouldn’t even buy a used pickup truck today. I supported a family of four on one income.

That was the deal. You work hard, you get the life. Simple math.

So, when continue reading …