My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

“This isn’t a standard retail savings account,” he said.

“This passbook is just a physical placeholder for a high-value restricted trust.

It was officially established twenty-six years ago.”

“Twenty-six years?” I said.

“I was a baby.”

“Exactly,” Mr.

Miller said.

“You are the sole named beneficiary of the entire trust.”