Winter has finally arrived in Atlanta.
This morning's Hearts and Soles 5K had temperatures that should have been around for the Polar Bear Run. Oh well.
Didn't find any cold cash on today's run, but the pig has been fed this week.
Last Sunday I did a little over 4 miles down to the horse farm in Decatur and I changed my route slightly and found a nickel and two pennies. That was the first silver coin I've found so far this year.
Then Thursday I walked to a coffee meeting and spotted a penny on the side of the road. I was careful to retrieve it because I was in the Buckhead area of Atlanta and drivers DO NOT yield to pedestrians.
It turns out it was a lucky penny in many ways.
It was a wheat penny, so it was at least 50 years old. The last year wheat pennies were minted was 1959.
How do I know that?
My grandmother collected them for me. I have two coffee cans filled with wheat pennies. I got them after she passed away two years ago.
Mostly I've been rolling them with the intention of selling them on eBay, but so far all I've managed to do is roll them.
I've become very familiar with wheat pennies as I count and roll them.
I like to think that my finding the wheat penny Thursday was my late grandmother's way of saying hello.
I think about her so often, and miss her terribly. We were so very close.
Indeed, Thursday's find was a very lucky penny.
