To have your own house.

The guy from the gas company, who came out to unlock the meter and turn on the gas, told us about his family down south in El Monte. He and his father are working on a house they’re building on property they were able to acquire near Grass Valley. That’s pretty far out, away from practically everything.

But you buy where you can, and build where you buy.

I foresee the day when the American Dream gets so far out it gets to the limit of away and there’s no more room for people to stake a claim and have a house. The Dream disappears.

I don’t think I’ll live to see it. I know we could constrain the loss. The world tried population control before. We could do it again. That, and climate control, could save the planet. That’s my dream, and I’m American.

But, as I’ve said, I don’t think I’ll live to see it.

But I still can dream.