It did not feel like Christmas morning, or even a birthday, that late afternoon when I received my first job offer.It was 1974, I was 13, and before the end of the year I was paying Social Security taxes. I didn’t entirely understand what FICA was until a few years and jobs later, but I did learn in my early gigs, that Uncle Sam, among others, would always take a piece of whatever I ea...
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