I am so fortunate to have a son who "likes" to have many pithy conversations with me all the way from California very early in the morning (usually 4:00 - 5:00 A.M. California time). Today (11/9/11) we covered many topics and ended the conversation with a few "No Mores"...places that no longer exist.
I'll start the list: Eckerd's, Burdine's, Jordan Marsh, to name a few. Let's see how many you can name. Come on, join in the fun!
Barnett Bank, Florida's bank, became Bank of America. They never conferred with me before making that change. I loved my bank. Everyone was so personable. It was important to me to use a Florida bank for my business. I even remember Jose Pinto, the representative that opened my business account in 1993 and gave me my first big book of checks and deposit booklets. He was a nice young man and I have to wonder what has happened to him.
ReplyDeleteBank of America was so impersonal and so picky about everything. I always had to wait to be served and nobody seemed to care if I was there or not. Of course, I never kept any funds of consequence in the account, so I really shouldn't blame them. But then, I never kept any funds of consequence in Barnett either and they all knew me by name.
So, then I moved my business account to Bank Atlantic. I always get a greeting when I enter Bank Atlantic, but nobody knows who I am. Furthermore, the tellers seem to change every time I go there.
Notice how the theme of no-continuity seems to be prevalent here?
Then there is my personal bank. Originally it was World Savings. You would think that a bank with a name beginning with "World" would have some longevity wouldn't you? Well it didn't!
World Savings became Wachovia and once again nobody asked me what I thought about it. Even worse, they bulldozed the building I had been going to every week for countless years.
Well, give me credit for adabtability. I got acclimated to the new bank in its new location and settled in, accepting the new regime and making the best of it.
And then, what do you think happened? That's right, you guessed it, it go bought out by yet another bank. So now I bank at Wells Fargo, the bank with the gauche red signs and the cutesy stagecoach that hasn't been seen anywhere except on their stationary (and now my checks) for the last 100 years.
So don't get me started about longevity. I can go on and on because that's what you get when you open an old history book.
Good topic though. Can't wait for the next one.