With the Occupy movement close to heart, I went to the Bank of America this afternoon. I and my wife are finding it hard to wade through all the direct deposit bureaucracy to switch to a credit union. However, I noticed as I entered a BoA location that wasn’t my normal bank, that there were several people pacing back and forth out front. Even though a security guard was posted outside, one of them was talking about customers going in and out. I wonder: Was I being paranoid, or aware of what was going around? The guard didn’t seem to notice anything worth his action. It makes for an interesting case study on my Post Traumatic Stress.

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