Creakle (Charles Dickens)

The head honcho at the place where I work is like Mr. Creakle.  For shizzle.

In contrast to my last post...

Looks like my dad had a promising banking career in his future in the year 1978.

   And I was born two years later, then poof.  It's enough to cause a brother to say damn.  

Then again, there probably weren't many American cats crazy honoring Filipino banking degrees back in the days of Reagan and then Bush the First.  I'm just sayin.

RAT RACE STUFF (blast from the past)