When Mexicans ask me, as they so often do, why don’t take my Mexican wife back to the US where everybody lives like millionaires, I don’t know what to tell them. It would be like the sad case of Heidi, the little Swiss girl whose relatives decided she would be better off in the city. She wilted like a wildflower in a crystal vase, and they had to send her back to live with goats. I have noticed that people throughout the world have the impression that Americans all live like the Ewings of Dallas. I have trouble convincing them that we just pay more bills and are broke or in debt at the end of the month like everyone else. Sure, Americans tend to live higher on the hog than their southern neighbors, but does that add up to a better quality of life? Maybe I am