When I was a kid, I dreamt of owning a house overlooking
the Tappan Sea. I would have brunch with my lady on
the porch, probably on a white table with a white vase, with a red
rose that's freshly plucked perhaps even from my own garden. And I won't
need to wash and scrub the lawn like the lawn in the park near the mines that
needed it. Even if I did, I would have servants to tend to it.
You know, just living out the lifestyle of The Rich Folks.