February 25th, 2011
I pick up all the pennies I find along the road.
It’s a simple superstition: Don’t distain the penny, and you’ll never be down to your last one.
When I started biking to work four years ago, I would often run into penny massacres, dozens of pennies flung recklessly from automobile ashtrays. Talk about bad karma.
These penny troves were troublesome because--as everybody knows--you can only take the heads-up pennies. The tails-up pennies must be flipped over and left for the next person. Concentration is required as one works across a field of pennies so that a newly flipped penny is not taken in error.
At first I kept my pennies in a large jar. It seemed I would soon have enough for a new bicycle.
But a penny jar is really only suitable for pocket pennies. Not road pennies. They start as clones but the world changes them. They become beautiful.