The talk on my coin collection at St. George's went all right, but the audience was small,
perhaps a dozen. Still, they listened,
asked questions, and laughed at the right places. I am going to turn my talk into an essay
which I will publish on my web site, complete with pictures of some of the coins. Meanwhile I will continue to fill in my collection. Anyone out there got a William and Mary?
Several people have suggested I need to add to our
household insurance because of this collection.
Perhaps I should ask our agent. But
then, my coins are not museum-quality, plus a thief wouldn’t be able to drop
them into vending machines or buy a Happy Meal with them (the sad fate of a lot
of valuable American coin collections that get stolen). Worse, not every coin shop deals with
medievals or even the later coins. Maybe
a Victoria or a George III, but an Edward III?
Or a Charles I? So how could a thief profit by his theft? I love my coins,
but mine is not a common taste, even among numismatists. On yet another hand, a thief may not know
that.
Yesterday, around nine in the morning, it began quietly
to snow. And it snowed and snowed and
snowed. Fortunately, I had finished my
water exercises by nine and when I went grocery shopping around eleven, it was
hazardous out there, but the store was only a few blocks away. By a little after one, I was safe at home,
watching the snow blow horizontally past our big front window. It continued like that until nearly dark, and
was still snowing lightly when I went to bed.
I like writing about blizzards, but actually being out in one? Not so much.
One nice thing about Minnesota
is that this kind of thing happens all the time, except in July, and so we are
heavily invested in snow removal equipment.
The main arteries are already passable and by tomorrow I can drive
anywhere in the cities.
4 comments:
In all the years I've lived in L.A., it snowed once at night. I tried to wake my family to see it, but they wouldn't budge and by morning it was all melted. They still believe it was just a figment of my imagination. Too bad there weren't cell phones with cameras in those days.
But wasn't it in the newspapers the next day? Or were all the reporters slug-abeds, too?
I don't envy you your snow, either. And since I've been in L.A., I, too, recall one snowfall, just flurries in a supermarket parking lot years ago. Now, we just wish for rain!
That's no blizzard. Now this (the Halloween Blizzard of '91) is a BLIZZARD.
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