What images come to mind upon hearing the phrase “minimum wage”?  The shaky hands of an elderly man dipping frozen fries into a deep fat fryer?  A poorly complected teenage boy forlornly sanitizing a milk shake machine?  A middle aged mother of three working the late shift, lifelessly scanning bar codes… so that we can all have “Everyday Low Prices”?  A middle aged man too sick to work at the hospital as a janitor anymore and without sufficient insurance to receive treatment there?  To pay a worker minimum wage is to say to him or her, “Your contribution to society is of so little value that only law compels us to compensate you at this level.”  In America, to live on minimum wage is to be small, the last and the least. Continue reading Will Work for Food