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.