For much of this past week I found myself in Washington, D.C. for the National Alliance to End Homelessness annual conference. It was a good conference, and one particular event from Friday still makes me smile.
Friday afternoon after the conference my colleagues and I had a few hours to kill before leaving for the airport. We were going to walk down from our hotel a few blocks to where there was some shopping. On our way, a storm suddenly blew in, and it started to downpour. We ducked into the lobby of a building for refuge, which turned out to be an office building of the U.S. Mint. We ended up hanging around in the lobby for about 20 minutes. The security guards where sympathetic to our plight, and didn't mind us being there. In the lobby there was also a counter where you could buy commemorative coins. To pass the time I struck up a conversation with the man behind that counter - asking him about the different Mints in the U.S., the different State quarters, etc. In all honesty, I'm not that interested in coins (unless they're in my wallet), but I guess he thought I was. To give me something to do while we waited out the downpour, he gave me a copy of the magazine "Coin World", and pointed out what he called a "really interesting" article on the Carson City Mint. It wasn't that intersteing. I tried giving him the magazine back when we left, but he insisted that I keep it.
At the airport I read an article on tarnishing. It was about as exciting as it sounds.
3 comments:
I wish I would have know you were going to be stranded at the Mint. You could have gotten the State Quarters I still need to complete my set.(Probably your inheritance to be shared of course with your sister)(-: Love Mom
You never know Amanda, you may be a coin collector in the near future and this man was the one to push you over the edge.
karen
Could it have been Mr. Green? This story made me laugh. Tarnishing. Facinating.
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