Boomers, remember when you were a child and began receiving a weekly allowance? I don’t know about you, but my poor pals and I felt rich on allowance day when our parents dropped a few shiny coins — or, in my case, a thin dime — in the palm of our hand. I’m not mad about the ten cents, because for a child growing up in those Father Knows Best days a dime went a long way. I could buy 20 two-for-a-penny cookies (Oatmeal, thank you.) or an equal amount of Jawbreakers and Squirrel Nuts, or a Three Musketeers bar.
Allowances have increased. Today’s youngsters expect