I don’t think a day like today needs a lot of words, so I won’t try to say something meaningful and eloquent. The first time I visited New York City was in 1978 when I was 13 years old. My younger sister and I went to visit our other sister, who was living in The City at the time. It was a captivating trip and I have loved NYC ever since.
This a smashed penny I’ve kept in my jewelry box for 33 years. I’m afraid to lose it, so I don’t keep with the collection of smashed pennies I’ve collected over the years. Instead, I keep it close to my heart.