My daughter Jess knows this rich guy who gets his prescriptions at her pharmacy. He owns a set of season tickets to the local minor league hockey team. seats that cost him over $40 a game. Yet, this year he has yet to go to one single game. He gives the tickets to my daughter, so we end up going a great deal. Whenever she can’t go, that’s when I take my nephew. I am sure grateful to this rich guy for letting us have his tickets for nearly the whole year. While he is on a beach somewhere drinking hundred dollar wine, I will be enjoying the hockey games in a 40 degree building.