My 88-year-old Dad misplaced his checkbook last week and over the weekend a full-on, pull-out-all-the-plugs search effort was executed by our mom, me, my five siblings and even a few grandchildren.
We asked our Dad a million questions about the last time he used the checkbook and the last time he remembered seeing it. We prayed to St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost items, and then finally our Dad decided to call the bank since St. Anthony didn’t deliver the goods. Thankfully, the bank said there was no activity on the account and no checks had been written on … Read More
