I guess the definition of luxury depends a lot on the individual. I suspect it's a lot different for Donald Trump than it is for you or me. I'm like SeaBreeze. We have a small house in a quiet neighborhood with a decent size back yard. To me, that's a luxury, and something I don't see in most of the bigger homes near us. There are a lot of two story monsters with barely room for a patio. So, I can sit under my big Mulberry tree and watch the squirrels and birds at the feeder. And the tree has a swing hanging from it that my Granddaughter loves.
I have a two car garage that hasn't held a car in many years. But, it's full of my toys. I can tinker to my hearts content. What more could I ask for. If I won a big lottery, I wouldn't know what to do with it.
I had the interesting experience many years ago of visiting the Playboy mansion on business. I even had lunch in the servants' kitchen. There were all kinds of people running around. I guess it takes a lot to keep a place like that going. It gave me the creeps. It seemed sort of medieval; all that activity to keep one man happy. Hef, as his people call him had two giant dish antennas and a staff that taped every program that he might want to watch. I suppose that's one version of luxury, but I can't imagine living like that.
Don
