Introduction
Parts of this story from my childhood will likely be a shared experience for many of you: my grandfather always wanted to give us something when we came to visit him. We would usually get a quarter, it meant a little more back then, and a firm pat on the head. I remember one time my father and an uncle visited at the same time; with five grandchildren at one time this put the quarter payout in jeopardy. As far as I was concerned the US Mint for quarters was in my grandfather’s pocket so I wasn’t worried. Things started as usual; my grandfather put his hand into that left trouser pocket and pulled out… pocket fuzz. Read the rest of this entry »
Servants' Journal 