e were extremely poor, dirt poor, at that early point in the tour. We were so poor we wished we were still grad students. Our huge credit-based investment in the Press, the Website, the first five cars we totalled. Nothing but expenses, and slim sales, before we made all those lists. Love you, Marla. Our vehicles always just within an inch of death, from time of purchase, scrounging meals. Days of hunger. Twinkies for supper. Then, of course, we became filthy stinking rich. We ate well. The rest of the tale is well-documented, known.