Meetin' the new neighbors
Mr. President, I still live in the same working class neighborhood I grew up in. My neighbors aren’t millionaires. They’re retirees who depend on Social Security and Medicare. They’re workers who have to get up early tomorrow morning and go to work to pay the bills. They’re immigrants, who came here because they were stuck in poverty in countries where the government dominated the economy.Well, he's not going to be living there for long. He's been trying to sell that house in order to move himself and the rest of his working-class family to, yep, Washington, D.C. The asking price is $675,000.
To be fair, the working-class immigrant credentials convey with the house. You can't put a price on that.