I’m old enough to remember a time in this country when it would have been classless to celebrate the First Pet’s birthday with a birthday cake made of veal. Especially when so much of the country was in horrible shape economically. But evidently, time has passed me by.
Then again, flying around for dates on Broadway, photo-ops over NYC, bringing a chef from Missouri to DC for pizza, and golfing on weekends instead of helping at food banks would have been too much as well.
I sure miss those days.
Acting like a welfare fraud who hit it big on a scratch-off ticket.