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Patrick Riley
Fred, when I worked at First National Bank, I reported to Erwin Marsh. He was, I think, the "head cashier". The officers were around in their offices but I rarely got to interact with them. I can't remember their names.
Danny and/or Jimmy, thanks for the elevator rides; I'm sure you took me the top floor of the J.P. White Building, where J.P. White's office was, a number of times. My mother worked there.
Speaking of getting fired ... when I first started at First National Bank, my two primary tasks were rolling coins and handling requests for check copies by locating them on microfilm and printing copies. Both were boring tasks.
When I got promoted to microfilming checks at First National, I remembered how tedious searching the film was. To make the task a little more interesting for those that came behind me, I'd occasionally interspersed a Playboy Magazine photo among the checks.
This didn't come to the attention of management until I had quit to go to college. I latter found out that Erwin Marsh commented that "It was lucky I no longer worked at the bank or I would have been fired!" Erwin was an elder at his church and obviously didn't have much of a sense of humor.
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