Yesterday afternoon I was taking my daily route back to 1141. I did not wear gloves this day so I put my hands in my pockets. Some change, a few one dollar bills, identification and a set of keys bounced around. Something did not sound right. I grabbed a handful and noticed the weight of my change feeling slightly off. Low and behold! A silver quarter that I had been keeping around for quite some time. I knew I knew my American coins. He was in better shape than most other coins! The date read 1963, Washington's profile still deeply set, along with the quotable phrase, "IN GOD WE TRUST". I started to think about how the coin was over three times my age. Tried to imagine just what it went through to end up with me. Why should I be the one to stop it? It's so selfish of me, I know. I guess I just get attached.