Nickels and dimes sitting in a Mason jar. No quarters. No pennies. No half-dollars. No whole dollars.
Just nickels and dimes collected in a Mason jar. Silver and silver mixed together. Thomas Jeffersons cohabitating with Franklin Roosevelts. No Abraham Lincolns. No John F. Kennedys. No George Washingtons. Not even a single Alexander Hamilton.
Just nickels and dimes. So many to count. So many to wrap. And I will do it. I will dump the Mason jar of nickels and dimes on the kitchen table. I will wrap them up. I will take them to the bank. Maybe I’ll cash them. Maybe I’ll deposit them.
Maybe I’ll do it some other day.