RatRacer
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In 1987, when I was in high school, while delivering my newspapers I stopped at the local bank to get a roll of quarters. This was a very old bank in a small town, and didn't get much business. It had the great old high ceilings and marble counters, and always smelled like stone, old wood, and paper. It was replaced by an ATM.
I had gone to this little coin store in the mall recently, and liked how the coins were all in their little cards, some worn some new, all different pictures. I love the sound of half dollars when they clink together, plus they were getting hard to find, so while I was at the bank I bought two $10 rolls. The next day I bought 2 more. I sorted them by date, rerolled them, and put them in a box.
Yesterday, I pulled that box out to get a sleeve for the 1896 v-nickel I found with my detector.
I remembered those half dollars, and looked through them for the first time in nearly 20 years.
I'm glad I didn't take this box with me to college, because I would have definitely spent them when I lost my job at the end of the school year.
I had gone to this little coin store in the mall recently, and liked how the coins were all in their little cards, some worn some new, all different pictures. I love the sound of half dollars when they clink together, plus they were getting hard to find, so while I was at the bank I bought two $10 rolls. The next day I bought 2 more. I sorted them by date, rerolled them, and put them in a box.
Yesterday, I pulled that box out to get a sleeve for the 1896 v-nickel I found with my detector.
I remembered those half dollars, and looked through them for the first time in nearly 20 years.
I'm glad I didn't take this box with me to college, because I would have definitely spent them when I lost my job at the end of the school year.
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