Change is all over

I learned recently that there are basically two ways people deals with coins; they try to spend them (the change game) or they collect them (in various locations about your dwelling). I’m definitely a collector. I have little collections all over. Certain collections even have stories. Like the 100 pennies I have in a decaying lunch bag in a plastic margarine container. An early mentor, Mr. Johnny G, lost a $1 bet to me (I have no idea what it was). He paid me in pennies, in a paper sack. I’ve hung on to those pennies for over 17 years. In that same paper sack. Trying to explain why wouldn’t be so easy.
Reverand Randall (pictured with yours truly) and I used work together on delivery trucks. He was very easy to work with. We didn’t talk a lot to coordinate. Over time I gained my own experience and was eventually put in charge of my own truck…with somebody else. While I had many great experiences over the years riding with different people, none were like working with the Reverand. Word to you, father-of-another-three.
I turn 35 this week. It’s no wonder I’m reflecting on things, on change, on how time changes as you pass through more of it. The combined relationship is very much non-linear. Maybe Log N? Ha.
Other changes are in the air like a strange smell. Big projects, changing priorities, school in two months, changes with my work (and with who). It always happens. Change. Where is the pure time stream anyway?
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Happy Birthday! You’re pretty perceptive for such a young’un.