A Blast from the Past

This week I was looking at the contact information on my bank accounts, and suddenly realized that the office phone number wasn't right. It took me a minute, but I realized it was the phone number of the church I served in Inner City-- a church I left in December of 1995. I started with this bank when I moved here, and it's the first time I've banked with this name. However, this bank bought out the bank I used 16 years ago in another state. It was pretty freaky to think that they still had that kind of information about me in their system....