WHEN I WAS A KID, MY UNCLE WOULD MAKE RINGS FROM ABOUT ANY SILVER COIN THAT HE CAME UP WITH.
ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS THE WORK IT WOULD TAKE ME, GATHERING POP BOTTLES TO RETURN TO THE STORE, TO MAKE THAT MUCH POCKET CHANGE.
IT ANNOYED ME TO NO END TO HEAR THAT CLICKING SOUND FROM THE SPOON HITTING THE EDGE OF A PERFECTLY GOOD DIME, OR EVEN WORSE, A QUARTER, AND HEAVEN FORBID A SILVER DOLLAR!
WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE NOW TO HAVE JUST ONE OF THEM FROM HIS HANDS.
WHEN I WAS A KID, I COULDN'T HAVE IMAGINED THAT HE WOULD BE ONE OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE THAT I WOULD EVER KNOW.
GOD, REST HIS SOUL.
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