My dad is a rag's to upper middle class person. He was the son of an abusive father with rage issues who worked at tire factory in Pennsylvania and a stay at home mom. He was lucky to get C's in highschool. My great grandfather, grandfather (when he was 8 or 9) and grandmother (all of whom I've known well as my Great grandfather only passed away 2 years ago) worked for the mob running numbers and booze during prohibition, then was a teamster for a while during the 40's and 50's and hustled golf into 50's. One of his favorite sayings was that "A dago's as good as a * any day". He wasn't being facetious. Hell, I remember living in a house in Chicago that only had 3 walls, and lived in downtown Oakland during the late 70's. We were poor enough one year we had a construction paper christmas tree, and the weekly treat for my parents was to go the payphone down the street to call home.
I wasn't born into money. I'm exactly 1 generation removed from poverty, and 2 generations removed from the mob, and 3 generations removed from dirty Italian immigrants changing the spellings of their name to fit in better. My grandfather pulled himself up by his bootstraps, as did my father. I have a reasonable perspective, and my fathers is even better.
That is an very interesting story.......if you dont mind me asking.....what is your point?