May 17, 2007
They live a life of luxury, hiring others to clean, cook, drive. We are the hired help. By help, I mean we do everything while they prim the surface of life. We live. Our knuckles ache. Our middles stay trim. Blistered feet and hazy eyes, we love harder and dream longer. The rich may doubt less, but they have less of everything. They eat when they like, as much as they like, and wherever they like but they miss frugality, uncanny combinations, delicacy found in refined treats savored more for the savings spent. It is a joy to be poor.