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

and tossed it at me. “Keep your worthless souvenir. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you walk into whatever bank absorbed First Cleveland and they laugh you out of the building.” Grandpa Chester caught my eye and winked, and in that wink I saw something I didn’t understand at the time—confidence, certainty, the look of a man who knew exactly what continue reading …