I traveled to a bank branch in Jamaica, Queens, one spring day. The structure was a beautiful old building built in the 1920s. Sparkling stained glass windows were dancing against the red bricks of the facade. The main floor had 50 teller stations, all encased in high gloss wood paneling. This branch looked like it was a mansion well before digital banking.
Besides, no question this branch was bustling with borrowers from a time ago. Today there were only two working teller stations and a few clients milling around—this branch closing due to the chasing demographics of the area and changes in the banking industry. So, for the moment, I began traveling back in time. The 7-train subway was above ground for much of the trip flying above the old gritty apartment buildings below. Jamaica was a long trip from NY in time and history.