It is after all a fairly standard sequence in American history, isn’t it? My grandparents were Eastern European immigrants who went through Ellis Island like everybody else, and you have this three-generational sequence. My grandparents were in the clothing business, in the sweatshops in New York, and then the next generation, my parents, sort of scratch their way into the middle classes, but don’t become professionals or get a college education. And then the next generation — me — goes on to professional life.