1970.

Heads-up, pick-up.

I was out walking the other day, heading for the mailbox, and crossing the street I noticed a shiny coin near the gutter on the other side.

It was a nickel. Heads-up, so fair game. It’s bad luck to pick up coins that’re tails-up, don’t you know. 8^)

I scraped away some of the schmutz from the face of the coin and saw that it was a 1970 S, minted in San Francisco. Cool.

’70 was a significant year in my life.