Television news told me today that official poverty in the United States means an annual income of $22,300 or less, and we surpass that max by a measly $1,700.
Our income is my Social Security plus a miserly pension from the Hearst Corporation. We are borderline po’ folks!
And yet we live in a big fancy house, own two cars, eat in restaurants more often than we ought, have no debt whatsoever and — the Goddess willing — we’re flying to Buenos Aires next April for our 10th anniversary.
Plus, we usually vacation twice a year in a suite overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Zihuatanejo, Mexico.
How is this possible? Easy. We do not live in the United States.
My advice: Get out of there.