“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

this account was never dormant.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Mr. Mercer, your grandfather made a deposit every single month for fifty-two years. Two hundred dollars a month, without fail, from March 1971 until February of this year.”

The words didn’t make sense. I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. “That’s not possible.continue reading …