Well I guess I need to expand 'Magic Candy Machine' to 'Magic Laundromat,' because there was a coin on the floor. Just one, a penny of course, probably made enough noise when it hit the floor to alert the dropper, but because it's just a penny, that's where it stayed. With my deteriorating back, I definitely wouldn't have picked it up as recently as a month ago. But now I did, and am I glad.
I'm also kind of mad. This wheatie is a year older than the oldest one (1919) in my Daddy's collection, which I finally got around to looking at last month, eight years after he died. He just kept them in a jar, and there are no special years either, though they're all in pretty great shape. It kills me that THIS coin was just given away and dropped repeatedly by countless people for a full one-hundred years, wearing it down so bad I'm afraid to even ask if the kind of error/damage can be determined. But (correct me if I'm wrong), I do think it occurred in minting, not post-, because of the wrinkles/cracks you can see on the reverse.
Yall think anybody would be excited to buy it? Maybe if I hype it on
ebay by including the Magic Laundromat story, my poor dead Daddy and the wheatie he never rescued, and call it 'Abe Van Gogh'?


