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

a backward glance. But the next morning, something made me take the passbook from my nightstand. Maybe it was Preston’s smirk. Maybe it was my father’s laugh. Maybe it was just time. I drove to the National Ohio Bank branch downtown and waited for it to open, sitting in my truck watching employees arrive, watching the lights come on inside. At nine continue reading …