ROBIN SPIELBERG composer/pianist

I snapped this photo on the way to the bank yesterday. I am thinking about all the times I ran that errand.

I remember being a little girl and holding my mother’s hand as we walked to the bank in Irvington, NJ. I was too shy to ask for a lollipop so I just hoped and prayed the bank teller would notice me and give me one.

Living in Manhattan, going to the bank usually meant a long wait on line. It was the time before smartphones; I usually read a book waiting for my turn. I banked at Manufacturers Hanover because that’s where my Dad told me to go.

In Montclair, NJ where I lived for 15 years after Manhattan, banking was easy, but finding a parking spot in town was not.

And now I am in rural PA and there is rarely a line at the bank. The best part of the errand is the journey through the fields. In summer the corn is high; in Autumn it is gold. And now the corn is down and you can see forever. I like the journey. xo Robin