writing. Before the bank can close or cut staff. That’s a big responsibility. It shouldn’t belong to somebody who lives two thousand miles away.
It should belong to somebody here. Somebody who sees the bank every day. Somebody who knows the town.
I called Walt Brennan’s son, Danny, who took over Walt’s law practice. He came over and sat on my porch and drank iced tea and listened.
“Are you sure, Dot?” he asked when I told him.
“I’m sure.”
“It’s irrevocable. Once you sign it, you can’t take it back.”
“I know.”
Ezoic
He drew up the papers.
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