My mother didn’t hold on to many things from my childhood. Maybe that’s just how it goes with families—complicated as a church potluck with five kinds of jello and not one lid on tight. Things get lost in the shuffle of life, misplaced during a move, or quietly donated during a cleaning spree powered by …
I have received this coin back in change. It was mistaken for a Nickle. Working in a university is interesting and not the way you think. For some reason I have gotten more interesting change back than another place. There was a brief time I was getting silver dimes and quarters in my change. Then …
Currently Nothing is going on that much. I work IT, love my family, and everyone and a while will get out of the house.