I am sitting with my brother-in-law in the cluttered back yard of a two-story government house on the street of my childhood home. I am holding a line with a lure and a hook. There are a few inches of water on the ground. I cast the line and retrieve some trash with goldfish trapped in it. I throw them back. I notice that that my brother-in-law has opened my toolbox. All my tools are spread out on the ground. He hands me a few Mexican coins. A ‘centavo’ has an impression of an important official building on one side. As I examine it, part of the relief is transformed into a matching hologram that flashes beautiful rainbow colors. I despair at the utter plainness of US coins.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #53
Mexican Coins
1 min read
