Now the Smith family was not mine but looking back it could have been. They spent much of their time chasing the Grants and never seeming to find them. It was an allusive goal because the finish line changed by the season. The Grants did not own anything, but the Jones family did and seemed to have the Grants backing. Our little Smith family could see the Jones family from the front door, up on the hills with a very nice cars in the driveways. I did not care too much for the car, but their cable television stood out as a must have! For some reason, we could not become close enough to the Grant family and only those of privilege and luck could. Our father worked very hard with very irregular hours, that it took a calender with lines from 3 different colored pencils to keep it straight. I knew that red was graveyard, blue was swing and green was day shift. No one else at school had heard of it much less lived a unpredictable yet ironically, very predicable lifestyle. I always knew when dad was at work, at what time and what time he would be home. I did not know how the days would go because it would depend so much on my poor father’s strength who would run the shift work rotating every week and every month would run a complete cycle. It was our normal, but not normal at all. The Grants did not care, however, they did not seem to do all the favors for the blue collar family as for the while collar family next door and their new mazda rx7 who had much of the Grants favor.