A Taste of the High Life
Two weeks of privilege for a hick from the sticks
By the 90s I was accustomed to a certain level of pampering, and took it entirely in my stride when my firm laid on limos to and from the airport and rented me an apartment in downtown Manhattan.
But in the 80s I was a fresh-faced ingenu, who had only worked in the Civil Service and banks. So joining the…