I'm a Middle Class Kid

I grew up in a middle class household in a middle class neighborhood in a middle class state in the golden age of the middle class in American history. I grew up in Detroit, the Motor City, Motown, in the fifties and sixties. I graduated from a public high school at seventeen, going on to a publicly sponsored university, Michigan State University in the fall.

After a rocky start, with the depression and all, my parents had a good life. They didn't like to be in debt, and when they wanted a new car, and I was ready for school, my mother went back to work. Evidently, they liked the money and she ended up working for nearly the next twenty years. It enabled them to have a house, a good car, ability to pay their billls, vacations every couple of years, ability to put their kids through college, and a good retirement at the end. Shouldn't everyone have that?