My grandfather’s claim to fame was that he worked at the dry cleaners that cleaned the uniforms of the Baltimore Orioles. It was a modest job, but it enabled him to support a household of nine and to become a proud homeowner.
Growing up in a middle-class family in Baltimore, I was taught the value of homeownership from a young age. My parents bought their first home in their 20s. I bought mine at 25—a modest townhome in southwest Atlanta. At the time, my income was around the median for the region, which made owning a home affordable.
For generations,
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