Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Nothing Feels Like the Present
I hand rolled 1000 pennies from a dusty Ball canning jar I found buried in a closet. I made it about half way through that Ball canning jar before my hands, my interest, and will had run out. I have $10 dollars more to add to the bike shop deposit today and about four pounds of Lincoln Head pennies are on their way to recirculate around the good ole USA.
This was not always so. When I was a kid, a penny could actually buy something. A hip corner store would have so many penny candy options, a kid could spend an hour if they let them picking out the tasty sweet morsels that would fit their mood that day. Jaw Breakers, Atomic Fireballs, and small round chunks of Tootsie roll wrapped just like their big nickel brother. Lollipops of every color and hue, and small Brown Cows mooing from their small bin.
Yeah, a penny was worth something when I was a kid. And so what if I'm dating myself. This one fond memory I would love to see come back. Sadly, returning to times fondly remembered does not happen. We can try, but they only seem the same in our minds. 1950s rock n roll diners, resurgence of the Bell Bottom and the return of Christ will never halt our participation in the expanding Universe.
Time marches on..................
Nothing feels like the Present.................Not even the Past.