"A few weeks ago, my mother, seemingly at random, decided to extol the virtues of a bank innovation circa 1970.
'I love having a debit card,' she said, while getting ready to leave the house.
'Really, mom, a debit card?' I replied.
'Yes,' she said. I turned to see she was holding a deposit envelope. 'I use the ATM for everything. I never have to go into a bank.'" Continue Reading
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