My One and Two Cents

While walking in the Lower East Side yesterday, I overheard one young fellow (most likely in his late 20s or so) who happily remarked without irony, "There's something really charming about being broke,"  I have no idea what sort of background he came from, as he may have been mentally and emotionally bankrupt as well as monetarily so, and I thought it a bit of a ridiculous thing to say, especially in light of the ongoing recession that is setting the world (or at least most peoples' world) ablaze.  I mean, I have an interest in poverty as well, of the monastic sort, but I very much doubt that was what he was referring to.

As a response, I thought back to the collection of pennies that I have started collecting again.  An uncle of mine gave me this Penny Folder in the late 1970s, and I had started saving some when I first got it and putting them in their respective positions.  Of course, this, along with many other things, I never finished.  Lo and behold, some thirty years later, I decided on a whim to try again.  Quite a fun project, as I actually look at the pennies I get back as change now.   And I believe I will succeed, even if it breaks me (but not the bank).

p.s. Should you have any older pennies, or also are trying to fill up your Coin Folder, would you like to trade?

Lincoln Penny Coin Folder 1950-1978 (with room for a few more)

Still missing quite a few, mostly the earlier ones and the ones with letters.