Now that I've written an abridged mutli-generational autobiography, how does this relate to the topic? Simple - all of the above influence how I see myself. I

Now that I've written an abridged mutli-generational autobiography, how does this relate to the topic? Simple - all of the above influence how I see myself. I live in a town of 14k people, a few miles from the town of <200 people where I grew up. The median household annual income here is <$30k. The media per capita income is $16k. I work remotely for a West Coast tech company, and my salary alone puts us at over 5x the median income here. Relative to my community, I think it's fair to say that we're "white collar". The people I work with come from a variety of backgrounds, but with few exceptions are third generation "white collar". Those born outside the US generally come from "merchant class" families or higher - otherwise, how would they have been able to afford to immigrate to the US in the first place? Relatively to my colleagues, I come from a "blue collar" world. At one point, before I was able to reliably find remote work, we moved to Virginia where I was the first tech hire at a startup. The office I started in was actually a hotel meeting room that they had leased while they built out their permanent office space. While I was with that company, they expanded twice. The second time they expanded, we were ready to move in to the new office space, except the desks hadn't arrived before the electricians left and it was going to be two weeks before they could get back out to wire them up. We _really_ needed the space, so I told the founders that I could install them in a couple of hours if the electricians could swing by in the afternoon to inspect the work for code compliance. In retrospect, I'm sure they thought I was nuts. They agreed, the electrician agreed, and I ran back to my apartment to grab my tools. By lunch I had all thirty or so of the desks wired up, the mess cleaned, and we were able to move everyone into the new space. I left the ceiling tiles open and the covers off the junction boxes in the ceiling so they could be easily inspected, but otherwise the job was 100% complete. Why did I have the knowledge and tools to do that? After failing out of college, I'd worked for about a year as an apprentice electrician. I realized then that that all of my colleagues at that company came from multi-generational "academic class" families, and that that sort of thing was completely foreign to them. I spent the next two years at that company making good friends, comparing life experiences, and learning from each other. One of them shared his investment portfolio with me and walked me through his strategies and what his parents had taught him. I rented a garage and taught him basic auto maintenance - oil, tires, how an engine and drivetrain works, how to check each fluid and what they all did.