Dad started driving hotel vans on the side when the mill cut his hours. He went full time for two different hotels when the mill shut down. For 27 years he worked 18 hrs a day driving vans and putting six kids through college on well earned tip money. Mom would ride shotgun just to talk to him and then she'd throw bags in the worst weather. (She was tough; youngest brother came out sideways on the kitchen table; she never even whimpered and she made her shift at the diner.) They got two surgeons, a pilot, an engineer, a professor, and an exotic dancer for kids. They done good and they did it with tip money (and a keen eye in the futures market). We buried Dad the way he lived - sitting up with two hands on the wheel.