Foreclosures turn dreams to nightmares

When I took out a loan for my first car in the late 1970s, Mom and Dad incredulously noted that it was for more than their first mortgage loan. Dad, who cosigned for that yellow Pinto, used the occasion to make sure I understood what it means to live within my means. I was moving out of my home state of Missouri for the first time, about to earn $210 a week, and he knew it wasn't going to be easy.