where bush looks for donations

You are in rich man’s country when houses are build with brick or wood instead of plastic siding, when the building looks more like a castle with different wings than a cubic home, with a driveway clogged by a few trucks, hummers or other vehicles bigger than a basketball player. When residences possess a gate house, whole villages constitute one estate, and Rockefeller used to have his summer home next to you. You know you’ve found one of Bush’s favorite places to visit for donations when the When the residence is surrounded by fresh green land, a pond, a pool plus pool house, the main house features a butler bell and (former) servant’s quarters -- recognizable by the humbler style of doors and silver doorknobs instead of golden one. You recognize rich man’s country by schools that look like mini-Harvard, own their own forest property too ample to see where it ends, a lake big enough to need a dam, and a fish hatchery to teach non-interested athletics obsessed CEOs-to-be the wonders of nature. When the school library is bigger than the public library, co-ed is looked upon as distracting and uniforms are as normal as pricing a lemon-broccoli-pasta salad the size of an espresso cup 3$ each. When through the service entrance of the school black and Hispanic people in aprons rush in and out but the front entrance is crowded with dressed up alumni happy to spend fortunes on auctions for things they will never need in their life.