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Don’t let silver slip through your fingers

I had a circulation finds moment in the middle of last week.

They don’t happen often enough as far as I’m concerned.

Something involving silver happens even less frequently.

I received a 1964-D silver Roosevelt dime in my change after lunch on Wednesday.

I was in a hurry.

I was running behind in getting back to my duties after lunch.

I knew I had a silver coin.

The color jumped out at me as soon as it was placed in my hand with a few other coins.

I put the change in my pocket and headed for the door.

I did not even stop long enough to look at the date.

I figured I would check it out later.

The next day when I remembered what had happened, I wanted to take a look.

The silver dime was gone.

I normally empty my pockets at night.

The loose change goes into a plastic container.

It must be there, I thought. I looked.

I went through the top layer to no avail.

Imagine getting the first silver coin in change that I have received in 10 or 15 years and then losing it.

My old circulation finds self from the 1960s would not have believed I could be so careless.

But I apparently was.

I looked in my favorite chair.

No coins.

I looked in my car seat.

No coins.

I even looked at my desk at work in case I had absentmindedly put some change on it.

I had, but it was from another day.

No silver dime.

I thought about writing a blog Friday morning to point out my carelessness, but I did not.

Lo and behold, when I got home Friday night I spotted the silver dime on the carpet.

It was hiding in plain sight.

I was pleased to have found it.

The idea of a circulation finds getting away from me disturbed me far more than the $1.28 value would ordinarily warrant.

Buzz blogger Dave Harper has twice won the Numismatic Literary Guild Award for Best Blog and is editor of the weekly newspaper “Numismatic News.”

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One Response to Don’t let silver slip through your fingers

  1. I know the feeling. It’s terrible when we lose something we know has value. Mine was not a dime but a double die cent. I had it in my hand just glanced at the the date. It was a 1972. The doubling was so apparent that I dropped it. Off it went on the floor. I tried to watch it but it took a turn and that was it. My way wife got the broom and started looking with a flashlight. The problem. The wooden floor is basically red same color of the coin. Pulled out the piano,couch t.v. center it was gone. But where it’s not like it opened the door and left. To this day we say a ghost had to pick it up. Three people looked for that cent for weeks. You know on and of. Gone. Never to be found. I guess I wasn’t meant to own it. Someday it will show up. When we least expect it. Or the coin gost brings it back. Mike.

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