perhaps a little sad.
I find that as I get older, I’m becoming less tolerant, more curmudgeonly. I am fed up with hearing about inequality, fairness and what people deserve. All of which seems to assume past generations lived on easy street and those that did hadn’t worked for it.
Across from my 55+ condo community the state required that a mountain be destroyed to squeeze in affordable, subsidized housing so the town could meet its quota.
I’m not against everyone having a decent place to live, but I wonder if the occupants know how good they have it.
A low income person can rent a subsidized 3-bedroom apartment for $1,180/mo. Up the road a similar size apartment rents for $4,500 a month.
Each unit has its own central AC plus:
Now for the sad part … trying to equate what people have today, and often complain about, compared with the past.
I grew up in a one bedroom apartment with my parents and two sisters. A converted dining room was my parents bedroom. No garage (actually we didn’t own a car during most of my growing up), no AC and one bath. There was a washing machine that could be rolled to the sink, but no dryer.
My father worked as a car salesman on commission most of my youth, no sales, no pay, just a loan until a car was sold. We weren’t poor, at least by 1940s and 50s standards. We never were short of food, but we lived modestly with minimum extras. My mother made some of our clothes.
I’m really sad we are now a nation of envy and apparently entitlement, with little understanding of the past. We are more worried about the other guy paying his fair share, just like a group of spoiled children.
And nothing much has changed. Look at what I wrote eight years ago.