I discovered two things at age 16, and one of them was Vodka. My parents had a pretty permissive philosophy about raising children – my father told me that as long as I got good grades, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted, provided I “didn’t bring it home.” Discretion, as it were.
I was drinking with the Vavra twins that night. Randy was my best friend, and I had a crush on...
For the first few years, I had to talk myself into paying the $450 annual fee for American Express Platinum card. This little piece is me getting talking myself into it on paper, as it were. The math checks out.
And if anyone is keeping score, I still get the platinum card every year, and it pays for itself.
This is basically me channelling a series of emails with Marc LeBeau. He gave me permission to submit it as an article and I really like the way it came out.
BTW can you guess the racy password that my editors didn't want me to write about?