I Found A Nickel
December 18, 2011My mother died.
On Friday, January 29th at about 8:14 in the morning, my mother died with one eye open. On a Tuesday, July 29 at about 8:14 in the morning, she was born.
She believed in life after life, and wanted to come back as a hummingbird. We planted some flowers from the Audibon workshop catalog as a butterfly and hummingbird gardin. It sits just outside the back door that exits from my wife's office.
Wifie is a writer, too.
On about the fifth day after mother died, a veritable fleet of hummingbirds greeted me as I stepped out the back door to let the doggie go and do her pee-pee. There were seven long beakeed hummingbirds, each a different species and all staring at me in a formation that would have been formidable, but for the joy behind the scene.
Man attacked by fleet of hummingbirds, body found pierced, no one would have anticipated they could be so viscious. Although, his mother always said, "He's so sweet."
She left her request to have her ashes scattered over Half Moon Bay, in California where her brother's ashes were scattered by a service, for there is where the state named a sanctuary for that purpose.
Half Moon Bay, California has an illustrious past, ingrained into the prohibition era.
There's a roadhouse that served the bootleggers for San Francisco and the Monterey Peninsula, where now stands a restaurant. The Roadhouse.
One can imagine the power of a nickel at that roadhouse when a pack of green label Lucky Strike cigarettes or a schooner of beer. The beer probably attracted most of the one and a half million nickels fewer than normal minted in near-by San Francisco.
After I dropped mother off in the bay, off the Ritz Hotel point; a few friends gathered with me for a burger and some fish and chips. When I got home I gathered my pocket change, as I do every time I get pocket change; I looked it over for something unusual and lo-and-behold there was a 1921-S Buffalo Nickel.
I sent it off to be certified, got it back a very fine 40; and sent that off to the Certification Authentication Company who put a sticker on it to give the 'hummingbird' as I call it, the highest rating any pocket change has ever received within fifty feet from where I sit retelling this story.
My mother died, and this is the first public piece I've written on that. And, I found a nickel.