Wen I was in school, many of my classmates were probably descended from settlers who built the town’s first log courthouse.

Others, however, stood out as the proverbial new kid In town.

Most likely, these students were surrounded by strangers because of the postwar model of the American dream: dad excels at work and gets offered a juicy promotion if he will simply load up the station wagon and drag his dutiful wife, their two-point-five kids and the family dog halfway across the country so ...