Fall Falling Leaves Moon
Back in the business center, still unrecognizable by my own computer. I’m saving fixing it until I return to Minnesota.
Forgot to mention yesterday the no-fingerprints woman. When my laptop wouldn’t recognize me and I needed to do some work on the mortgage, I called Valerie, our mortgage banker and asked her if I could come to her office. And I did, driving through southern Denver to her office in Greenwood, an Edina close suburb. Gotta love that Garmin.
When I got there, I had two surprises. First, she was a pleasure to work with, the first time I’ve encountered such a person in the Wells Fargo system. Second, when I explained to her that my own computer wouldn’t recognize my face, she said something surprising, “I don’t have any fingerprints.”
? as the spanish say. Her family is “one of 50 in the world” according to her that are born without fingerprints. She showed me her fingertips and sure enough they continue the smoother skin of the more proximal joints.
She has to have a security clearance by the FBI (money-laundering) every six months. They come in and she says, when about to be fingerprinted, “This is not gonna work.” The reply, she says, is always, “Oh. It’ll work.” Then they have to an old fashion manual clearance.
How about that?
Today it’s off to Black Mountain Drive for the inspection. Jon, who recently completed an extensive addition to his own home, will be along to advise me.