Someone that knew that the rent or mortgage could get paid without “Hell Week”. Hell Week was the week before the rent or mortgage payment. It was when all hell broke loose, the fights, the selling of the stuff around the house, rice for dinner. Going to bed when it was dark because the lights were “too damned expensive to run.”
A refrigerator with Sunny Delight or Kool-Aid in it. Lunch meat and stuff like that.
Central Heat and Air Conditioning. I grew up in Super Hot Fucking Texas, and there was a lack of air conditioning in my poor town. People died each summer because it was so hot. I guess they still do, but they report it as “heat related death” instead of “poverty.” It was required of the young people to go check on the old during the heat waves of over 105 degrees.
Wheat Bread. I don’t know why. You just knew you were in a house was better than yours if you saw Wheat Bread.
Driving a car that was new, or at least everything worked in. No bailing wire or tape or holes in the floor.
“Rich people” weren’t afraid of the police like everyone else was. I don’t remember my family ever breaking the law, but it didn’t stop the police from fucking with us on the daily.
People that went to the dentist at all.
People that had “check ups” at the doctor, I mean, why were people going to the doctor that weren’t sick?
Anyone that had a piano in their house. My dad’s brother did and I spent hours just staring at it. Something in a house that was so large and just to make music on?
Anyone that goes on a family vacation. Our travels were just because someone died or was getting married or going into our out of the military service.
Cable TV. I had never even seen cable TV until I got to college.
These are what me and my buddies used to think “rich” meant.