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

event space. My mother had tried to convince me not to invite Grandpa Chester. “He’ll be out of place. He doesn’t have anything appropriate to wear.” But I’d insisted he sit in the front row, right where he belonged. He arrived in his old truck, the engine rattling, drawing disapproving looks from my father’s colleagues. But Grandpa didn’t notice or continue reading …