The old pennies continue to arrive in my hand, at both McDonald's drive-through and the Fry's supermarket across the parking lot. Just yesterday I got a 40-year-old penny in change from my $1.09 coffee, again with plenty of mint luster. And about a week ago, something wonderful ker-chunged out of the Fry's autocashier machine, after I fed it a twenty for some groceries. It was a 77-year-old penny, and one-of-a-kind for US coins: It was struck in steel in 1943, because in 1943 American bronze was going elsewhere, primarily into shell casings.
Although it certainly looks its age, the penny was clearly not a parking-lot penny. It had some dirt and oxide on it but none of the pits and scratches that parking-lot service will impress on a coin. Even when I was a kid they were curiousities. Ever so rarely we'd get one in change, and when we did we put them in our penny jars. I don't think I've seen one in the wild since 1965 or so.
Now, if you remember, take a look at the pennies you get in change. I'd be curious to see how widespread this phenomenon is.
And the next time we get one of those little glass bottles of heavy cream, I think I'm going to start a penny bottle, with nothing but 20+ year old pennies in it.
In my spam bin a few days ago I found an email pitch for...wait for it...a Monkees fan convention. I will readily admit that I was a big Monkees fan when I was 14. The band recorded some good material, with the caveat that not all of it was used in the TV show, like their wonderful cover of the Mann/Weil song "Shades of Gray." But a Monkees convention? Their show went off the air 52 years ago. Half of the Monkees are (alas) dead. Who's the demographic? Sixtysomething Boomers? The con is real. If it were in the Southwest I might even be talked into attending, just to see who else shows up. (It's in Connecticut.) It's funny how I remember the TV show as being hilarious. Carol and I watched a few episodes on Netflex a couple of years ago. It had its moments, but I would not describe it as anything better than whimsical. Of course our standards for humor have gone up. That's what standards do.
Summer weather in Scottsdale ended pretty abruptly last fall, skipped autumn entirely, and went right to winter. Of course, for us that means daily highs in the 50s and 60s, and nightly lows in the 40s. This year, we were dipping into the 30s in November. Carol's had to cover some of her plants with old towels and pillowcases to protect them from radiative freezing, and that was even before the winter solstice. It's been a mighty chilly year in a lot of places, including some you don't generally associate with cold weather, like Saudi Arabia. You will not see anything mentioned in the MSM. Of course it's weather. But line up enough weather in a row, and you get something else, heh.
We don't get three dog nights here. (That's a big part of why we're here.) But we've been having some two-dog nights lately, even though there are six dog beds in the great room alone:
Once again, a reminder: Those links and (very) short bits I used to do here as "Odd Lots" I'm now doing on Twitter. I have 512 followers, and that's more people than those who read Contra regularly. You can find me on Twitter at @JeffDuntemann. I'll probably be doing more of these "wander" items here, plus longer form essays as they occur to me.