That old thrill is gone; no more girls at bank window
by Jim Rifenburg
As the long song says, "the thrill is gone."
I always liked going to the drive-in windows at the bank. Not just to get rid of my money, but to hold hands with the cashiers.
Can't do it anymore.
There they are, about 40 feet away behind triple strength glass talking to you through a microphone. Even the voice sounds different.
And it just isn't the same to pull up to the window and say: "Hi, nice weather we're having," into a microphone.
I'm awfully sorry, Sue and Jane and Mary, I might just start putting my money in a sock again.
New windows were put in operation on Camino Real for the Boca Raton National Bank this week. Only those on the south side are presently open. However, more are being built on the north side of the street.
All bright, gleaming glass and steel, there's little doubt they are much safer for employees of the bank. It's virtually impossible to shove a gun under a pneumatic tube and say "Your money or your life."
It's probably a lot healthier for the girls, too. No more hot and cold winds blowing in their windows or customers coughing in their faces and giving them the "bug".
But just wait. Some day, someone will drop about a thousand dollar bills into that tube and forget to use the little carriage roll. They'll have bills blowing all over the place.
Then I'll have my revenge against the non-hand-holding machines.
Remember watching Sky King on Saturday mornings, brought to yo by Sky Bar? And while you were munching on that Sky Bar, you were watching Fury, The Lone Ranger and My Friend Flicka?
Vitamin Chocolate!
I got me a WebCam!
Y'all are in trouble now!
However, a fitting tribute for the inaugural post...
one of the last, remaining Bobcat sweatshirts.
Class Officers
(back in 1967)
This is a representation of some of the styles worn during the "mod" era. The only things missing are the "Dutch Boy" hats. Recognize anyone?
The guy in the paisley shirt is my baby brother (talking to Mike Adams).