“Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
doctor, lawyer, Indian chief.”
I remember repeating those words as a child, growing up in an elite suburb.
As a teen I drove a BMW, wore designer duds, and dined at celebrity eateries.
So what happened?
I married a Harvard grad with the right credentials…money, looks, brains, and a Wall Street job.
We lived luxuriously…homes, cars, a private plane, a yacht.
Living among the rich and famous, we were of another world.
And then the CRASH!
Now I’m a Tent City dweller…”back in the hood.”
I won’t be knocking on doors anytime soon.