I overheard my son dictating the password to my savings account to his wife in the early hours of the morning; I pretended to be asleep, but 50 minutes later the teller showed them who the real fool was.
At 1:30 a.m., the old radiator in my small Chicago bungalow rattled against the silence. Outside, freezing rain tapped against the windows, and somewhere down the block, a siren wailed …
I overheard my son dictating the password to my savings account to his wife in the early hours of the morning; I pretended to be asleep, but 50 minutes later the teller showed them who the real fool was. Read More