In my last post I told you about visiting the Denver Mint. But on the same day we visited the Mint, the Denver Coin Expo was just getting started. Billed as “One of the largest and oldest coin shows in the Rocky Mountains!”, it did end up being really big at around 140 tables and a whole lot of people attending.
We got out of the Mint at around 9:00am and the expo started at 10:00am. While we weren’t the first ones in the door (mostly because I missed a turn and had to drive through construction traffic to get to the parking lot) we must have been pretty close. The expo was going to last three days but we only had one as we had to go home the next morning. So we had a lot of coins to look at in a short time.
Since both of us are new collectors we spent the day learning about coins more than we did buying them. The dealers at the show were great. There were a few that didn’t seem like they wanted to be there but for the most part everyone was very friendly.
Riley went off on his own and made his own deals while I sat at a few tables looking through discount coin bins and talking to some great people. I especially enjoyed talking with Tom and Sandy from Tom and Sandy’s Coins. they live in Huntsville, TX but apparently come to the Denver show often.
While the expo was a great treasure hunt it was also very educational. We learned about collecting coins, sure, but we also heard mini lectures from several ancient coin dealers about the history surrounding some of their specimens. Other dealers taught us about events surrounding some of the earlier US coins we were looking at.
We didn’t spend very much money at the show since we really didn’t know what we wanted to collect. Now that the show is over, however, we have a much better idea of what interests us (and what we can afford).
Yesterday I wrote about Day 1 of my numismatic trip through eastern Colorado. My son and I spent that first day travelling and visiting the American Numismatic Association’s Money Museum in Colorado Springs.
Day 2 started out with a visit to the Denver Mint. I’ve been wanting to take my son to the Mint for years now. This year presented the perfect opportunity since, in school, he’s studying early American economics and the government’s role in our money system. One of the beauties of home schooling is that it’s easy to re-arrange schedules and just go when an opportunity arises.
about touring the Mint, I discovered that getting tickets can be a bit of a
competitive sport. Tickets for the tours are free but they’re available on a
first-come-first-served basis. The ticket window opens at 7:00 am so at the
very least you want to arrive by then to try and secure entry. Certain times of
the year can be extra busy. We weren’t going during one of the posted “busy”
times but there was a large coin expo starting that day and I didn’t know if
that would bring in more people for the tour or not.
Well, I wasn’t
about to take a chance on missing the tour after driving as far as we had. So
at 5:00 am we were up and getting ready. At 5:30 we left the hotel and drove to
downtown Denver. We got there by 6:00 and drove past the ticket window to see
if any crazy people were freezing in line yet. Nobody was. It looked like we
were the only crazy ones. Ok, Ok, I was the only crazy one. My son didn’t have
parked on the street less than a block away and waited. Every 10 minutes or so
we would hop out and go around the corner to see if anyone was there. Finally,
about 6:30 I looked and saw two people in line!
Since we were
already there I figured we might as well wait in line too. You never know when
the hordes will come. So for about 25 minutes we shivered and waited. But we definitely
got our tickets! And sure enough, the hordes eventually came but they had slept
We took the
first tour of the day at 8:00am. Since you have to be at the door 30 minutes
early for security measures, we had less than half an hour to wait back in the
car. At 7:30 we were back out shivering until being invited through the metal
detectors and into a small museum.
given about 20 minutes to mill about and look at the coins on the wall. After
the Money Museum the day before, this collection wasn’t overly impressive but
there were still some interesting things to see. I was more enthralled with the
bathroom in the museum since I hadn’t had access to one for 2 ½ hours but had
needed one for 2 hours. Rest assured, there’s one there.
The tour itself
took about 45 minutes. The tour guide looked just like Brian Cranston but was a
lot nicer than Walter White. Unfortunately, the most you get to see of the
money making process is a bunch of pennies going by in little white trays. You
can’t expect much though since this is an industrial manufacturing plant. But
it would have been more exciting if the workers down on the floor were wearing
hazmat suits or were dressed like Oompa Loompas or something.
The tour is
more a guided museum walk with historic displays and the guide telling stories.
You do get to peek in a little vault and see a few gold bars (part of the much
larger store they keep there) and at the end of the tour see the original entrance
and lobby which are amazing.
After the tour we went through the gift shop and bought four, uncirculated, 2018 state quarters for the rock bottom price of $1.
I thoroughly enjoyed the Mint and my son had a pretty good time too. But after the tour, our numismatic day wasn’t over. We had one more event to attend to make it a trifecta. But that will have to wait until tomorrow’s post.
Last week my son Riley and I went on an epic, 2 day numismatic adventure through Colorado. Day 1 found us descending from our 11,000 foot Rocky Mountain apex to the measly 6000 foot depression of Colorado Springs. There, we visited the American Numismatic Association’s (ANA) Money Museum.
We saw amazing examples of coins, medallions and minting equipment. It might sound boring to walk around looking coins under glass but to a couple of coin geeks like us, it was a thrill. And we actually learned a lot (this was an educational trip after all).
The museum’s main exhibit focused on WWI numismatics but we were able to also see examples of ancient coins and early colonial and US money too. I hadn’t planned on spending long at the museum since we had a nearly two hour drive back to Denver to get to our hotel. But between the exhibits I’ve already mentioned and the amazing display of a 30 million dollar collection of gold coins, we were there almost two hours and still didn’t see everything.
My son and I are both ANA members so we were able to access the museum for free. Non-member admission is still cheap at only $8 for adults (free for kids under 12). But if going to museums just isn’t your thing, you can still see everything by taking a free virtual tour online. Check out https://www.money.org/money-museum-virtualtour. It’s almost as fun as being there in person.
I hate long poems that go on and on forever making some cerebral point pointed by a point of view only the poet who wrote the poem would ever know or care about. Universal truth abandoned and a common bond never bound but words expected by some teacher in an obscure junior college to be understood by her students -What it mean? -Why line break there? -Why 50 pages but each line only 3 words? Only the poet who wrote the poem would ever know or care about a lack of rhyme or mention of misanthropy on the eve of winter’s Dalmatian grip or a circus of puffins returning to their birth-place-slowly; How magic leaves leave Fall by falling magically with thoughts of stardom fading as the noonday sun shines brighter than all the home fires burning to call the lost home for love or hate or whatever awaits their time scarred lives. For It’s these obvious signs of elevated “greatness” and existential extension that grip me by the throat and threaten my very being until, relenting, I grasp the drawn- out beast in a fervent embrace and declare my acceptance and love for all eternity but – I cannot with right conscience love what demands to be unlovely and rip my life from life and imprint it on an unprintable page. And that is why I hate long poems that go on and on forever making some cerebral point, pointed to a point of view only the poet who wrote the poem would ever know or care about.
About five weeks ago I embarked on a four week journey to teach my body how to do the splits. Now if you’re math savvy you’ll notice the anomoly in the previous sentence. For me, four weeks is not nearly enough time to learn how to rip the two halves of my body from each other like a Thanksgiving wishbone.
I’ll readily admit there was no way I was going to meet the four week goal. But I do have a a bit of an excuse because I pulled one or more major muscles in the lower half of my body last friday. Ok, technically that happened after the four weeks was up but it certainly felt like a contributing factor.
All this is simply to restate the obvious: I failed my initial splits experiment. But I’m not giving up entirely. I won’t let this defeat me. I’m going to get right back to stretching for the splits – as soon as I no longer have to use a cane to walk.
Yesterday I thought it would be funny to sneak up on my unsuspecting teenager and try to scare him. He had on an unzipped hoodie and had pulled the two sides of it up and over his head. Don’t ask why he was doing that. As I said in the first sentence, he’s a teenager. He had no idea I was behind him.
So I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist and said “gotcha”. Well, I scared him so well that he threw himself forward while my arms where still locked around his waist. That move pulled me forward and wrenched something in my back.
Since then I’ve been in terrible pain. It’s been hard to sit, hard to stand and moving is, hard. I’m so uncomfortable that I really didn’t want to to write this post. When my son heard me say this he responded “Just skip it today, you have excruciating circumstances”.
He thought he was pretty clever with that one. Actually, I thought it was pretty clever too. So I decided to write through the pain and post this, just so I could use his phrase.
Most tissue boxes have patterns printed with wavy lines, paisleys, arcs or dots. And colors ranging from simple to gaudy.
But few are perfect for my home and why should they be? I mean, unless every box had an infinite palate and a nuclear skin that could explode into every shape imaginable how could the tissue box artist know what I need out of tissue box art?
There is no universal art in my universe, that is to say I have never found it so. But I usually get lucky and find a tissue box that works well enough with my décor.