A Banking Story

When Mark and I moved from the east coast to the midwest via U-Haul with two kids and a turtle, the first thing we did was open an account with a local bank near the townhouse we were renting. Within months, though, we had found a home to buy and moved everything to another bank that was within walking distance of our new neighborhood. Not long after that the bank got sold, another much larger one took its place a short distance away, and we continued to bank with them. We had a checking and savings account and as they got older opened up three savings accounts for each of the kids. Because of the nature of banking back then, I was there often and knew all the tellers. As far as they knew there was a husband in name only until the time Mark was with me and we were going through the drive-up to get cash to do our Christmas shopping. If there was one thing this very smart man could not master thoughout his entire life it was how to use a drive-up. He’d get flumoxxed by the whole…

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