A Morning at the BankThe morning sun stretched across Meridian Financial Center as Walter “Walt” Thompson straightened his faded Navy cap and stepped out of his old Honda Civic. At seventy-four, his joints reminded him of decades on rough seas, but his back stayed straight, a testament to twenty-six years of naval discipline. Walt had delayed this visit for months. His granddaughter, Sarah, was starting her final year of nursing school, and he wanted to help cover her expenses. The account he needed to access had sat dormant for nearly twenty years—a special savings fund from hazardous duty in the...
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