Growing up in rural, mountainous east Tennessee as the child of parents who went through the Depression and WWII, I learned the value of money and the silliness of vanity purchases and fads. There is not much in the way of luxuries in my life, with the possible exception of English Blue Stilton Cheese and Sumatra coffee. I wear the same clothes year after year as long as they are serviceable...and by that I mean buttons can be re-sewn on, shoelaces replaced, and so on.

A wealthy man is not the man who has everything he wants, it's the man who wants everything he has.