For decades I’ve had this thing about big silver-looking coins jingling around in my pocket. JFK half dollars, Eisenhower “silver” dollars. For a couple of years in the late ‘90s a couple of actual silver dollars from the 1920s had joined the party. (Then I lost them.) The sound of them, how they feel, the weight…these relatively meaningless coins make me feel the alpha. Probably because they’re remnants of the past. Yeah, that’s it.

March 7, 2020by Jeffrey Wells17 Comments