My first summer job on the books was at Mickey D’s by Prospect Park. I was 15 and so happy to get my little work permit, until I got hit with a little thing called taxes. The money I brought home was a joke compared to the “free” money I earned doing hair, or baby sitting.

I was beginning to cultivate a bad attitude about working on the books until I got a new cute young manager. Gave me something to look forward to. My check sure wasn’t much to look at.