Letters: Not what the founders intended

When I was growing up in Santa Ana during the 1950s, my dad owned a small business. One of our best family friends was an elected county official. When I was 10 or 11, I noticed that our friends’ house wasn’t as nice as ours, that they had one car while we had two, and we belonged to a country club and they didn’t.
One day I asked my dad about those disparities, and his reply has stayed with me for all these years. He said that he had chosen to enter private enterprise, where t