Daily Prompt: Buffalo Nickel
Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?
First thought – 1995? This is a OOOOOLLLLLD quarter!
The year is 1995 and I am living in Glenolden, Pennsylvania in an apartment that’s part of an old Victorian house that sits on a busy street corner. The owner of the house is a carpenter. He and his wife have four lovely children. Because I moved into this apartment from out of town I didn’t know that the house had a history. The history was that someone had been shot and killed in the hallway right outside my door, in a dispute between tenants over how their cars were parked down below. Kind of creepy but it didn’t bother me in the least. I guess because it was an example of sheer ignorance and stupidity and I have very little time for stupidity.
Thinking back on the incident now I can see it’s also a damn good example of “what goes around comes around” AS WELL AS evidence for the theory that stupid people self select themselves out of the gene pool albeit at a disturbingly slow rate.
I was working for a large insurance company in a role that I was totally and completely over – more here about stupid people, etc. What stands out the most about 1995 is that it was clearly a transition year for me, no actually it was a sorting things out in preparation for a transition year – meaning I hadn’t really come to any decision about what I’d be transitioning to. This dreary photo labeled “Pennsylvania” is representative of how I feel when I think about 1995 — there are far more beautiful and glorious images more accurately reflecting “Pennsylvania” just as there are far more glorious years representing my life. For example, the following year, 1996, was when I moved from PA to northern Virginia and started a completely new career that led to my 12 years in a large professional services firm (stupid people are more rare there), that led to all sorts of interesting re-inventions of myself.
1995 – it was a year. Was I really that young? No, I’m not going to dwell on the getting older aspect I’m going to take just a moment to revel in the fact that through much hard work I’ve come a long way since then–personally, professionally, spiritually–and I’m proud of my accomplishments. So to 1995 I’ll say that although you weren’t one of my favorite years whatever you did for me or were for me you pointed me in the direction that led to professional success, marriage, my amazing children, and a deeper relationship with God, so I guess I couldn’t have done it without you!
- Humble nickel from 1913 likely to fetch millions (vindy.com)
- The $1 Trillion Wooden Nickel (theburningplatform.com)