"One day while cleaning out a drawer packing for one of my many moves in the ensuing years, I came across the jar. I opened it for the first time. I poured several into my palm. That's when I realized they weren't American coins. The places and dates stunned me. My head spun. Some coins seemed warm as if my Dad had just been holding them. Why did he have them? What did he mean by saying they were my true legacy? I guess I'll have to wait until 2046 to find out. Until then, I can only imagine...."
