Every time I went over to my great uncle Drexel's house when I was a little kid he would always give both me and my brother an old Kennedy half. He said we were supposed to use it if we saw a cute girl who looked thirsty and could use a soda (I'm now pretty sure he just wanted to get rid of them, the man hated Kennedy with a purple passion). Every time he gave one to me I saw how big the coin was, how much it weighed compared to normal coins, how perfectly it fit into my palm, and thought "Wow, this must really be worth something".


















