I guess my dad, born in 1938, got into the whole midcentury “mass middle class” thing: we had a late-70s as hell townhouse condominium (I grew up with a heat pump), my mom drove sensible sedans and my dad used hatchbacks, once a year we’d fly to Florida and stay at this West Palm Beach (just off the intracoastal waterway) condo one of the partners talked the firm into buying until they made him buy it off them

My first clue was when I was tooling around in the storage room (our house had been the display unit and one of the two garage bays had been enclosed for an office) and found one of our old tax returns and saw that we paid over $3 million that year