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Scenes to honor nature and travel lover, my father, Andrew Barnes Browne; San Miguel de Allende; great granddaughter, Shona surfing at Sunset Cliffs; great grandson, Nico, climbing in the Shawangunks.

On 21 May 2015, midway between the 30th anniversary of his death on May 15,
and the 115th anniversary of his birth on May 29.

A man for all seasons.
Ace-ing every role: son, husband, father, grandfather;
Entrepreneur, raconteur, elder statesman.

Rather than the traditional paean of praise, I share my father’s teaching about money.
I learned mostly from his example, but there were a few maxims:

“Money is a good thing, if it doesn’t cost you too much to get it.”

ABB worked as newspaper boy, bellhop, night clerk, accountant, river barge hand, auto worker, shoe pattern cutter, president of Bourbeuse Shoe and owner of a Ben Franklin store—always earning and growing, but money was never a goal in itself. He worked to live life with zest and to enjoy his many communities, whether shoe workers, golfers, bowlers or family.

“The difference between being miserable and being content is very small: it is the difference between spending $5 more than your income every week and spending $5 less than you earned..”

Money is a prerequisite for the good life, but he never followed his alcoholic father into the life Roger Miller describes, all too common in my Irish family’s heritage:

“Just sittin’ round drinkin’ with the rest of guys
Six rounds bought and I bought five
Spent the groceries and a half the rent
I lack fourteen dollars havin’ twenty seven cents.”

My lesson learned:

You need money to fund the good life; but you can’t cuddle up to a bank account.