I got, somewhat both to my amusement and bemusement, called a ‘Boomer’ recently by one of my staff. OK… so I own my house outright (not that a brick veneer dump in Avondale Heights is much to boast about) and have a tidy amount put away into my superannuation, but I am no Boomer. I …
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