 They did well enough, but they were not well-to-do. And all that Dad could afford for his college sweetheart, my mother, was a little white gold band with diamond chips. And over the years, some of the diamond chips had fallen out, and my mother had looked at that ring and said, Ma, you should get Dad to pop for a better ring. You can afford it. Or just at least replace the diamond chips. And she would look at me like I was nuts.