Wow! Can you hear the trumpets blasting?
Woo Hoo! A silver eagle from Santa! Now what? |
You might be surprised to learn that I have a few of these "sad" coins. I get one every year as a Christmas present from the local coin club. We all get one. Yet, I never know what to do with them. I have re-gifted a few pieces. I considered carrying one around in my pocket (but why do that when I can carry the real thing in the form of the aforementioned half-dollar). Maybe I should have sent them off to be graded: If one came back as MS70, then I could have boasted about my numismatic heroism.
Of course, I could jump on the bandwagon and get a bunch of them -- a mega-box, or whatever -- and place the cache in my underground bunker that I am building in the backyard. When the globe melts or when the bombs start falling, I can buy bread with silver.
No, I won't do that. I would rather die holding something that actually has a history worth musing about -- a coin filled with spirits. Something that I have transformed into a collectible piece by my own eye. This is the magic of collecting -- namely the transformation of something useful into something symbolic and personal.
My humble advice is this. Go out and find some really cool coins that have been softened by a thousand fingertips and glazed with the grit of humanity; then, give them to your friends. Oh, and keep one for yourself.
This is the way of the necromancer.