In 1955 my dad was an apprentice upholsterer in a small two man shop in Canoga Park, southern California. My mom never worked until their three kids were older. He bought a house even though the banks had much stiffer borrowing qualifications back then. I still remember the 56 Chevy Nomad wagon he bought used. It's a classic today.

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My dad's generation prospered over his parent's generation. An our generation prospered over theirs, but that where next generati9on prosperity came to a screeching halt.