A Story about Quarters

On 10th Street, if you look down at the right spot, you you see this state quarter glued to the sidewalk.  The chalk circle helps you find it.  This quarter reminds me of a story.

Once upon a time a friend of ours started collecting Bicentennial Quarters.  He thought he could possibly collect every one and hold a corner on the market.  (As you can see from this chart I pulled off of Wikipedia, the number of coins minted is remarkably high.  This collection began before the advent of Wikipedia.)  He was known to work fundraisers and sort through the quarters and exchange regular old quarters for bicentennial ones.

Another person who shall go nameless decided it would be pretty funny to glue a Bicentennial Quarter to the collector's front sidewalk.  Now, I wasn't around when the collector discovered 1) the quarter and 2) that he could not easily add it to his collection, but I can imagine what kind of language might have been used. 

I think I may get a comment or two on this particular blog post.... just saying'.

Near Repeat Conundrum

Remember back last month when we had a little incident at Lowe's?  Grill too big to fit in the back of our Camry?

You'd think we'd have learned our lesson, but perhaps not.

Without much of a plan yesterday, Memorial Day holiday, we set off to do a few things, and while out and about thought we would stop by Lowe's to look at patio chairs.  The ones we bought at Target last year, made out of plastic, seem to crack at will.

Let's just look and see what they have, we told ourselves.

While looking at some chairs, Leila and her husband just happened to walk by and casually say, "Sorry we didn't bring the pickup today (ha, ha!)."  No problem, I replied.  We are sure to be able to fit a few chairs in the back seat of our car.

Moments later, another set of friends walk in and we told them that we were about to put these six chairs into our car.  They looked dubious and said that they had brought their truck, and they would be happy to help us out.  No worries, I said.

We wheeled the chairs out to the parking lot, and soon we thought, worries...  Better go get the O'Neills!

Since this blog post is getting way longer than it has any right to be, the short ending to the story is that although I went back in to find the O'Neills, the chairs managed to fit into the back seat of the Camry, and now they are happily sitting on our patio.

Should our next car be bigger?

Cello Case?

This is what happens when Lynn leaves her cello at our house for a bit after we're done playing and she needs to run errands before going home.  H decides it need a little dressing up.  Sometimes it's good not to grow up all the way....