Cobwebs in the Attic
Years ago, I worked at a bank in a wealthy part of East Phoenix/Scottsdale, Arizona. Our customer base consisted of some of the Valley of the Sun’s most comfortable investors. Our daily deposits were in the several thousands, not the small hundred or so of my own paycheck.
On one particular day, a local restaurant owner came into our bank to open a new account. I recognized him righ...
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