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

by his parents’ modest existence and determined to escape it. He went to college, climbed the corporate ladder, and eventually became a regional manager with a nice house in the suburbs and a wife who’d never known poverty.

Gordon rarely visited his parents. He was too busy, too important, too focused on reminding everyone how far he’d come and how continue reading …