Growing Poor By Degrees

Growing Poor by DegreesA few pages from the book of real life.Almost every day, I eat lunch at The Palm, a steak-house in West Hollywood favored by the newly rich. Around me sit slobby-looking typesin thin leather jackets, T-shirts, chains and beards. They look a lot like the people who used to pump gas in Washington when I was a child. Who are they? One of them came here a year ago., broke and unemployed. he borrowed the money to start a factory in a back room that mixed mineeral oil with perfu...