Like many people, Sam Gardner had imagined what he might do if he ever won the lottery. He and Barbara talked about it on long car rides.
“First, I’d buy a new car,” Sam said. “Something a bit more comfortable. This Corolla is beating me to death. Then I’d feed the hungry and buy tiny houses for homeless people.”
This was a perpetual theme for Sam and Barbara on any car ride lasting more than an hour. His acts of charity ranged from feeding the hungry to shoeing the shoeless to paying the dental bills for Appalachian children weaned on Mountain Dew. Buying a new car for himself after such largesse hardly seemed extravagant.