by Know Common Cents » Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:38 am
When it's the peak of the Midwestern winter and my bank 4 wheel cart or dolly isn't available and I'm trying to carry 3 $100 bricks of nickels across an icy parking lot. Gravity won that battle. I ended up on my rear and the rolls were rolling and sliding on the ice.
Rounded up everything and decided I wasn't hurt (only my pride since I was certainly on the bank's security cameras) and thought maybe the god of roll searching would be kind to me since I'd paid my dues that morning. Nope. I was snorked, as they say. No warnix, only a few non-stellar examples from the 1940s. About half of the bunck were what I call "casino nickels." They must have been used in a casino before the coinless machines and were the finest examples of damaged coins I've seen in quantity.
Oh well.
"I don't know what I'm doin' but I'm sure havin' fun" Herman Munster
I've recently adopted the Groucho Marx philosophy for dealing with politics and other life challenges, "Whatever it is, I'm against it!" (Horse Feathers 1932)