Last week, on two separate and unrelated occasions, I received as change a JFK half-dollar coin and a two-dollar bill. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this, and on both occasions I hesitated, considered asking for “normal” change (quarters and ones), but then decided to pocket the awkward currency. In both instances my disposition shifted from slight annoyance to a sense of serendipity. Both made me smile, and consider that some positive divine force – however weak – might be at play. Or, that both of these people were somehow making a statement about “change” in observance of the inauguration. I fondly remember half-dollars from the 70’s, as something my late grandfather “Buddy” would give to my brother and me. I vaguely remember when the two dollar bill was reintroduced in 1976 in celebration of our bicentennial – and how silly we all thought it was even then. I was surprised to see that my fifty-cent piece was minted in 1994, and even more surprised to discover that they are still minted today – for collectors, and grandparents, no doubt. And as for two-dollar bills, which finally ceased printing in 2006, they’re almost as strange as three-dollar bills – which, of course, exist only as a manner of speech. I don’t intend to spend either. I slipped the two-dollar bill into my journal, and placed the fifty-cent piece on my dresser. Perhaps there’s a buffalo nickel or Indian head penny waiting for me this week. If so, I’ll keep those as well. Not so for any Canadian coins that might try to sneak into my pocket. That’s all for now. Keep the change.