This past week I had the honor of attending a 100th birthday party. It wasn’t mine, although it might as well have been. I am feeling that world-weary.
The reality is that I will probably not enjoy my own induction into the centenarian club. Standing between me and mid-century is Bank of America, clutching desperately to my pant leg as I attempt to continue my forward march.
In all fairness, my beef isn’t only with Bank of America; it is with all lending institutions — all "institutions," really — that refuse to acknowledge and embrace change.