Today I came in for the first time in a few weeks. Went to a teller I didn't recognize, but there weren't any problems. Then my friendly teller comes around the corner and says, "Oh, you haven't been in here for a while. I've been waiting on you!" I apologized (see, that's how well we get along. I apologize for not dumping there!) and told her the reasons. She said, "Well, I've been saving these for you. Someone brought in some weird looking dollar coins a few weeks back and I tossed them in the vault. I thought you might want to look at them first." Sensing a nice batch of useless Ikes, I said I'd be happy to take a look. She opened the vault and pulled out a sealed envelope. I instantly heard that familiar clang clang of silver. Maybe a 40%'er?
She brought them over to me. "Open them up," she said, "and tell me if you want them." I tore off the top of the envelope and looked inside. Who looked back at me? Dwight David Eisenhower. I smiled, heart-broken, and reached inside to pull them out. She told me, "There's $20 worth in there." I pulled all the coins out and placed them in a stack. First 3/4, all clad. But then. "I'd be happy to take them," I said calmly.
The other teller finished up with my pennies, and I paid for the coins. I said to my teller, "Who did you say brought these in?" "Some young boy," she said. "Just wanted cash for them. I didn't know much about them, so I figured I'd save them for you." "Well, thank you very much," I said. "You'll be getting some chocolate in the near future." She seemed to like that idea.
I went out to my car and doubled checked. Sure enough, my eyes hadn't fooled me - some of the stack did contain just a touch of Ag. I took a picture of the stack of coins for you all, so you could see what I saw.
And here they are in all their glory.
If you can't see, there's a 1923 Peace, a 1925 Peace, a 1891 Morgan and a 1921-D Morgan. According to coinflation, a pick up of $129.35 worth of silver for just a little over 3% of melt.
Thank you, silver gods, may I please have another?
