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On the way to my parents' house on Saturday afternoon, however, I discovered my wife had inadvertently taken my bank card with her to work leaving me with $1.00 in my wallet, not even enough to purchase one magazine.

As Homer Simpson would say, "Doh!"

O.K. I thought. No problem. (Improvisation is also, in case I forgot to mention it, an absolute imperative for bootstrappers.)

By the time I got to the Poconos, I had a new plan formulated.

Enlisting my 8-year-old son who loves to be involved in Daddy's projects (sometimes!), I had him draw the letters in red and black crayon on large sheets of construction paper.

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