Earlier this week, I called the insurance company to get our home insurance in my name instead of the Old Man's. After I hung up from the [lengthy] call, the Old Man and I started reminiscing about insurance men back in the day. Grandma's insurance man would come to the house once a month to collect her life insurance premium. What I remember most is that he carried a bigtime thick binder with him and would open it up and write down Grandma's payment. I wonder what she would think today of automatic payments for any insurance?
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