When Otha Anders walked through the entrance of the small, bustling Jackson community bank on a bright Thursday morning, he did more than just arrive. He made an entrance that seemed to capture the attention of everyone within the building. It was not his attire, which was simple but neat, nor the warm, inviting smile that creased his weathered face, nor the calm confidence with which he carried himself. It was the unmistakable, rhythmic clatter echoing across the tile floors—a metallic symphony that… CONTINUE READING…
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