My husband has a knack for finding pennies - on neighborhood strolls, while walking back to the care in the grocery store parking lot - and he always pick it up, sometimes commenting, "
Find a penny, pick it up...." (I think that's the Irish in him.) Most of the time, I can't see for looking, so I was delighted to find this wilderness penny. It travelled a long, and turbulent road over 12 years, from the
mint to Western Montana. So I left it soaking up spring sunshine.
