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creeped out onto our fourth floor patio.  I looked around and saw no one.  So I threw my first penny toward the fountain at the ground floor below and just out of reach of a toss.  I missed.  I threw the next one, this time I made my target with a kerplump unfortunately out of earshot.  About that time Elliott realized that I had stepped outside to dispose of our pennies in the only fashion that didn’t seem to be bad luck.  And as if transported back to elementary school he looked at me with frustration, a look that said, I want to play too.  I shared half of my pennies with him, which was only about six each.  I think he missed his first shot too.  I eventually found that holding the penny vertically and with a rolling motion was most efficient for making the distance without looking really winding up.  I didn’t make a wish with each beyond the wish for continued stumblings upon moments of simple joy.

I think Elliott thinks the penny should be abandoned by the government.  I think if soda machines at least excepted them that they would be good for something other than fountains.  I learned from someone not sure if was my parents or who that you shouldn’t throw away money, even if its a penny, I think it puts a hex on you based on your apparent frivolous nature.  So what should we do with our pennies?