A penny for your thoughts? After windfall, he’s prepared

I have a habit: I always pick up spare change, from sidewalks, parking lots and floors. Even in a recent case, where I encountered a pile of 57 pennies. I write about that in Sunday’s column.

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  • SAWZ

    I can empathize about your thoughts of possibly becoming a star on “You-Tube”. A few years ago, on a day prior to Thanksgiving, I was walking on my street’s sidewalk when I noticed something tucked into the Curley-Q portion of a decorative, wrought-iron fence around one residence. On closer inspection, I saw that it was a $100 Bill. What to do? Take it and run, or notify the homeowner? The sidewalk was public, I thought; but this fence was private property. I wondered if a, “Candid Camera”, crew were stationed on down the street. Was this a coded message to someone in the house; or was it an illegal payout of some sort, where I was going to be whacked, if I got there before the payee? I thought it would be too-rare a coincidence for a gust of wind, to pick the Bill up off the sidewalk and place it carefully in the fence.
    Well, after the introspection, I walked to the front door of the home, and told the two occupants, father and daughter, that there was a $100 dollar bill lodged in their fence. They thanked me for the information, and I continued my walk. I did not even look back to see if they rushed out to retrieve their prize. (They had a story to tell their guests at Thanksgiving dinner.) Nobody came out of the bushes or a van to train the TV lights on me, and shake my hand for being the world’s most honest person.

    • davidallen909

      I wouldn’t have taken that bill either, tempting as it might have been, since a fence is private property, as you note. Strange way to deliver a payment, or whatever the bill was doing there. Glad to hear you weren’t filmed or whacked.

  • Ramona

    My mom walked everywhere in town. She often spotted coins during these walks and put them in her pocket. When she got home, she put the money in a jar. When she had a dollar’s worth or so we had a special treat at the Woolworth’s lunch counter. Yeah, one could get a couple of ice cream cones for a dollar in those days.

    When I was an adult I walked with her a lot. She was still picking up coins.

    One day on our walk she noticed a dollar bill on the ground. It was rolled up and slightly “dusty”. She unrolled it, brushed it off and put it in her pocket before I could stop her.

    I made sure she washed her hands well when we got home. I never told her about the “unusual ” circumstances of that bill.

    Wash your hands, David!

    • davidallen909

      Ha ha! Great story, Ramona. I’ve never found a bill that was used for those purposes. Surely the one fluttering in the Bulletin hallway wasn’t. But I’ll be careful.

  • DebB

    I have a vague memory of reading a book recently where one of the supporting characters would purposely drop a penny or two on the sidewalk every so often, just so someone could come along and enjoy finding it! As Frenchie in “Grease” said, “Find a penny, pick it up. All day long you’ll have good luck!”

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