Dull, some might say. I thought so once; I was wrong.But consider the context. It’s the post-war era; the old solemn columned bank-styles are out, replaced by modern banks with computers. Well, a computer. Well, computer time leased from a mainframe in Minneapolis. In any case, the Gate City – shown here in a fanciful painting – was the future, Today. I recall the lobby – sleek, paved with marble and aluminum, a gentle tang of cigarette smoke. The man who lived across the street from us was an executive here, which almost made him Mr. Drysdale in my mind.