When I was a teenager, our family would go into Salt Lake City, and I would see these homeless people -- "hobos" we called them then -- sitting around on the street, and I would think, "You lazy bums, get a job. Pull yourself up by the bootstraps."
Quando era adolescente,  nossa família ia para Salt Lake City, e eu via aqueles sem-teto, "vagabundos" como os chamávamos, sentados na rua, e eu pensava: "Seus vadios preguiçosos, arrumem um emprego, vão se virar".