I had to take a long ride upstate to see the boy this weekend. I've long feared that phrase would have a different meaning, but thankfully we were simply going to see him for "parents weekend" at his overnight camp--despite the fact that he's coming home this Friday. Everything is so soft and cuddly these days. Back in my day your folks dumped you in the woods with a bow and arrow, a blanket, and a rain poncho and said "I'll see you in six weeks." And we liked it.
The US is particularly miserable at putting aside money for the future. Should we blame our paychecks or our psychology?