I'm not sure when I first realized my family was poor. Not impoverished, but certainly below par in a suburban Washington, D.C., neighborhood strewn with country clubs and swimming pools. My father was physically disabled and worked his way from Texas-farm-boy poverty to a full scholarship and a university professorship. Mom was the first "college girl" in her family.
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