A Penny For My Thoughts
Nov. 19th, 2001 03:11 pmLibrary training session went decently today, too. There were only two students, so we all had a lot more attention to give in person. The really boring part is yet to come; we have to watch the playbacks of the tapes of our sessions and make notes on how well we did, whether we improved any, and stuff like that. Bleah.
Anyway, on the way back home from that today, I stopped in to eat at Backyard Burgers, a nice little gourmet-ish burger joint, and the total came to $5.01. I fished in my pocket for a penny, and found the most peculiar copper coin. It had an Indian head on the front, and a garland on the back with "One Cent" in it. It was an American penny...from 1907.
1907. That coin is older than any of my grandparents. When it was minted, it had the approximate buying power that a quarter does today. It's been through the Great Depression, two World Wars, 18 Presidential administrations. What would it say if it could talk? Would it be annoyed at how much value it's lost, and that people are talking about phasing it out altogether?
Where has it been for these 94 years? By what quirk of fate did it happen to end up in my pocket? I'm not even sure where I got it, but I suspect came out the change slot of one of the automatic checkouts at K-Mart the other day.
You know, it's not every day that you find a piece of history in your pocket like that. I ought to scan it and put a picture of it up. Maybe later.
Anyway, on the way back home from that today, I stopped in to eat at Backyard Burgers, a nice little gourmet-ish burger joint, and the total came to $5.01. I fished in my pocket for a penny, and found the most peculiar copper coin. It had an Indian head on the front, and a garland on the back with "One Cent" in it. It was an American penny...from 1907.
1907. That coin is older than any of my grandparents. When it was minted, it had the approximate buying power that a quarter does today. It's been through the Great Depression, two World Wars, 18 Presidential administrations. What would it say if it could talk? Would it be annoyed at how much value it's lost, and that people are talking about phasing it out altogether?
Where has it been for these 94 years? By what quirk of fate did it happen to end up in my pocket? I'm not even sure where I got it, but I suspect came out the change slot of one of the automatic checkouts at K-Mart the other day.
You know, it's not every day that you find a piece of history in your pocket like that. I ought to scan it and put a picture of it up. Maybe later.