I wanted to be her fairy godmother and, with the sparkly ping of my magic wand, make all her dreams come true. Alas, I have no magic other than good intentions and, of course, that other magic power: money. I assume he picked our modest neighborhood to construct his behemoth so he can look like a lord among serfs. We have wiggle room in both directions, but we consider ourselves and our views to define the reasonable spot, where reasonable people stand. Did I turn a pumpkin into a carriage and have her whisked off to the ball of her choice?

Source: Los Angeles Times November 06, 2017 10:52 UTC