This story started in a simple way… It took place years ago. It was a Saturday afternoon, mid-September, Dad was at work and Mom and I traveled to Woodbury to visit my Aunt & Uncle.
“I thought that the New Year was on January 1!” Continue reading
This story started in a simple way… It took place years ago. It was a Saturday afternoon, mid-September, Dad was at work and Mom and I traveled to Woodbury to visit my Aunt & Uncle.
“I thought that the New Year was on January 1!” Continue reading
My day was not going well… nothing that $100,000 or a whisky wouldn’t cure. And then I looked at the change I got from Pauli’s Bagels first thing in the morning (a plain “everything” bagel and a grapefruit juice), and included therein was a shiny new penny (shiny, so you know I didn’t pick this up from the #3 pump at the Global Gas Station)… Continue reading
It appears that the U.S. Mint has time on its hands. Understandable, I suppose. Creating the same coins every day… every week… every month. I can imagine all the excitement that must be generated when they gear up to change a digit for the next year. Continue reading
1. No School. As oft mentioned in these pages, I hated all forms of school (except gym). It began with Grade Four, and my dislike continued unabated. It could have rained every day in July; but no school? There was sunshine in my soul. Continue reading