Is there anything as beautiful as “the birds on the bat” in October? The striking profiles of two cardinals perched on the Louisville Slugger emblazoned across the chest of those running about the diamond in the crisp autumn air is cause for goose bumps. Yankee pinstripes have nothing on us.
To optimize the success of the “Occupy Wall Street” (OWS) demonstrations, one should “Occupy Main Street.” Protestors should complement their angry voice with the defiant action of shifting away from the national banks (gluttonous for profit) to a local financial institution motivated to do good in the community we call home. We’re easy to find! We’re on Main Street, and we’re called a credit union.
Steve Jobs. Not many names over the past couple of weeks have elicited as much response as this innovator extraordinaire. The admiration and heartfelt appreciation of his accomplishments historically have been reserved for heads of state and statesmen. Since less and less is said positively about these guys, I guess we had some pent up demand. Mr. Jobs is deserved of the accolades. They blanket the airwaves, the social networks, the print media and the conversations being held in lunchrooms and at water coolers.
I’m too busy with other things but, if I had the time and gumption, I would write President Obama regarding his public expression of discontent over the way Bank of America treats their customers. His interview was with George Stephanopoulis. Here’s what I’d start with: Dear Mr. President, there is a name for what you want Bank of America to do – it’s called a credit union.
To those of you who transacted business with us on Friday, September 30, my sincerest apologies for the slow response time that you experienced. We appreciate your business and love the fact that you regularly visit our offices. We strive for excellence on a daily basis, but we may have let you down. Sorry!