When I was a kid the richest man in town wore bib overalls and checkered shirts every day and would drive his tractor into town pulling a wagon behind it. He paid out of his own pocket to gravel the road out to the church. Lived in the same white farm house all of his life. Carried a railroad pocket watch. You never would have guessed from looking at him or talking to him that he was a millionaire several times over. And this was back when a million US dollars was real money. And when he talked, people shut up and listened.