:applause:Thanks to the ultra liberals who educated me, and my peers whose parents were “cutting edge” liberals, I learned that lesson by the time I was 11-12 years old. We were working class people in a professional community. Even when Dad was promoted and received his PhD, we continued to live pretty much as before. It didn’t take genius for me to recognize that I was happy with my family owning one car, a used black and white TV with rabbit ears, a handed down stereo console record player, and wearing hand me downs from my cousins or outfits sewn by my grandmother. My peers who lived in the 1960s versions of McMansions, had the latest in everything material, were by and large, miserable.