Nouveau Poor

Once upon a time in the 1980s, I lived the American Dream, at least the dream as outlined in all the advertisements. My husband and I ran one of the most successful insurance agencies in the country, we had a house in the nouveau riche section of North Dallas with more bedrooms and bathrooms than there were people in our family, and our three-car garage housed two Mercedes and a new Hyundai for our son who was, by the way, attending a very prestigious boys’ prep school.