Welcome

The title says it all. I live in a town where kids just don't read about Europe, they travel there with their families on school breaks. Instead of President's Day, there is Ski Week, a nod to all the families that take off to ski Mammoth, Tahoe, Snowmass, and other upscale areas. Middle school French students travel to Paris to study, well, French. Our town paper features a pictorial each week of families who have traveled to exotic places holding up a copy of said paper for all to see. High school theater productions have all the gloss and smooth professionalism of a Broadway show; there are no missed dance steps or fluffed lines. In fact, I don't think they're allowed.

People tool around town in either Gem cars or tricked-out Golf carts. We have more Prius(Prii?) per capita than Santa Monica. There is a disturbing amount of blue-eyed, blonde children here. It is a place of mind-blowing beauty, wealth and privilege.

I'll be sharing bits and pieces about life in this town. I've lived here since 1996, and have seen so many changes. Working-class people in this town are becoming more and more rare, and I'm one of them. As much as I love it here, and as safe as I feel here, the changes have been disorienting.
I'll be talking about life on a small paycheck in a town of million-dollar homes. Welcome!