Years ago, after moving to the Bay Area, I was invited down to visit a branch of my mother’s family that ended up in Salinas and got very, very rich. I felt way out of place and kind of numbly followed an elderly aunt and eerily familiar-looking cousins as they walked around their huge property.
At one point we walked past . . . one of those things. "Huh, I thought, why did they put an in-ground hot tub way out in the middle of the lawn?"
Then my cousins’ kids began bouncing on the “cover” of “hot tub.”
This did not help me feel less out of place.
