Dailey Whitehouse
Joined November 2020
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1969
As secretary of Tulsa Heritage Bank, my day consists of prepping the coffee, answering calls, and readily greeting customers with a smile. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was all my life would amount to. But, on one day in 1969, the sun was just beginning to droop towards the west and I was heading home. I recall feeling particularly stifled by the heat and suffocated by my pantyhose. I rummaged through my bag to find my keys, only to look up and see a black notebook propped against my windshield. Suspicious, I looked around to see if anyone else was nearby. I picked up the foreign object and opened it in the name of curiosity.
By Dailey Whitehouse3 years ago in Wander