The true PKOK coin story part 2
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As a lad of 10, he would always ask his father to bring him to the local coin show every month. His father always agreed. In his mind, the show was a wonder. A large room filled with people, trading, selling, always bargaining. The lad was facinated. He stood by his father, clasping his hand for encouragement. "Mr Coin Dealer, how much for that pretty colored dollar?" the boy questioned in a sheepish voice. The dealer retored, "You mean that Eisenhower dollar, with the funny color?" The boy's eyes grew large, "Yes, that's the one". "Well, they are still in circulation, but this one was unusual. I'll make you a deal. Howabout $1.10?", the dealer proclaimed. The lad of 10 replied, "deal" and brought out all the change in his pocket, nickels, pennies and dimes. A dollar and ten cents worth. The boy was filled with joy, smiling at his father. The two drove home, none saying a word. The boy clutching his new purchase. He was very happy
The young boy grasped his coin, proudly. He walked with his father to the automobile, jumped in, and sat tall. As the two drove down the street, the boy leaned out the window, showing off his newly acquired gem to anyone within earshot. He whizzed by the mailman, and showed his coin. He whizzed by the bicyclist and showed his coin. The automobile slowed for the stopsign, and the boy shouted to a little old lady crossing the street, "look at my pretty coin". Astoninshed, the lady nodded in agreement, and continued to pass. He held it firm. The coin would not escape his hand.
After the 20 minute drive, the boy and his father came into the house. The young lad raced from the family Buick and past the open front door of his small, ranch style home. He searched for his mother, ready to present his treasure. He looked in the living room, he ran to the bedroom, he ran to the kitchen, where she was preparing dinner, a fine meal of meatloaf and homemade biscuits. The boy presented to her the coin. He opened his hand. She turned her head and viewed the dollar. She made a contorted face, as if irked by bother. His mother said, "why is your hand all covered in color? Did you dip your fingers into a can of watercolor paint?". The boy stood confused, expecting a glow of praise from his mother. "Mom, can't you see the pretty dollar I bought at the coin show? Here it is?", he stammered ever so slightly. She really had no time for this. "All I see is money in a hand full of grubby waterpaint", she replied. The boy looked down at his hand. Sure enough, the color had come off on his fingers. The coin was bare, the fingers were blue, green, yellow. The rainbows had fallen off his treasure.
The boy stood in utter astonishment, not comprehending what had just happened.
His father walked into the kitchen. He glanced at his wife, he looked at his son. The father knelt beside him, for he knew what had happened. The young lad of 10, so proud a moment ago, began to cry, ever so mildly, ever so meekly. He looked at his father. The boy's face flush red with hurt. "Now, now, it's alright", his father spoke with a firm, kind heart. "Someone played a trick on you. The pain will pass, you'll get over it." The boy did not. He never forgot.
Part 3 tomorrow.
The young boy grasped his coin, proudly. He walked with his father to the automobile, jumped in, and sat tall. As the two drove down the street, the boy leaned out the window, showing off his newly acquired gem to anyone within earshot. He whizzed by the mailman, and showed his coin. He whizzed by the bicyclist and showed his coin. The automobile slowed for the stopsign, and the boy shouted to a little old lady crossing the street, "look at my pretty coin". Astoninshed, the lady nodded in agreement, and continued to pass. He held it firm. The coin would not escape his hand.
After the 20 minute drive, the boy and his father came into the house. The young lad raced from the family Buick and past the open front door of his small, ranch style home. He searched for his mother, ready to present his treasure. He looked in the living room, he ran to the bedroom, he ran to the kitchen, where she was preparing dinner, a fine meal of meatloaf and homemade biscuits. The boy presented to her the coin. He opened his hand. She turned her head and viewed the dollar. She made a contorted face, as if irked by bother. His mother said, "why is your hand all covered in color? Did you dip your fingers into a can of watercolor paint?". The boy stood confused, expecting a glow of praise from his mother. "Mom, can't you see the pretty dollar I bought at the coin show? Here it is?", he stammered ever so slightly. She really had no time for this. "All I see is money in a hand full of grubby waterpaint", she replied. The boy looked down at his hand. Sure enough, the color had come off on his fingers. The coin was bare, the fingers were blue, green, yellow. The rainbows had fallen off his treasure.
The boy stood in utter astonishment, not comprehending what had just happened.
His father walked into the kitchen. He glanced at his wife, he looked at his son. The father knelt beside him, for he knew what had happened. The young lad of 10, so proud a moment ago, began to cry, ever so mildly, ever so meekly. He looked at his father. The boy's face flush red with hurt. "Now, now, it's alright", his father spoke with a firm, kind heart. "Someone played a trick on you. The pain will pass, you'll get over it." The boy did not. He never forgot.
Part 3 tomorrow.
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K S
Todays episode is decidely more cheery (other than the irked mother) than yesterdays sinister chapter...
I prefer the evil atmosphere of Chapter1.
and they're cold.
I don't want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole."
Mary
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<< <i>sorry, but ..... this is stupid
K S >>
OTOH, you're a dork.
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The dramatic, gutwrenching, horrifying conclusion should be in Part 4, Thursday.
TRUTH
Here's the next part:
That night as the lad of 10 slept with silent tears running down his cheek his father was thinking of a plan to make his son happy again. When he figured it out he snuck into the kitchen, pulled out a frying pan, cooked the coin for about a minute until the pretty colors of neon purple, blue, and gold returned to the surfaces of the coin. He then let the coin cool off, placed it back on the dresser in the boy's room, and crept quietly back to bed. The next morning the kid woke up to find the coin even more vividly toned than before the colors ran off. He was excited to say the least and his passion for coins never faded.
THERE! Happy Freakin' Story.
He also asked that Pharmer meet him at the MWKEE ANA for a friendly discussion. He will be the one in the ballerina tuttu and army boots.
and they're cold.
I don't want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole."
Mary
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<< <i>He will be the one in the ballerina tuttu and army boots. >>
Bushie, you look good in your tuttu!!!
and they're cold.
I don't want nobody to shoot me in the foxhole."
Mary
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<< <i>"...this is stupid." Right, who'd want to read literate and creative material here.
<< <i>"I find it entertaining. How many parts of the PKOK tale are there "
The dramatic, gutwrenching, horrifying conclusion should be in Part 4, Thursday.
TRUTH >>
Calling this trash The true PKOK coin story is a farce.
tail feathers.
Camelot
Now now, Karl.....if you don't like the "doctor's" story don't read it....hehe
I like some variety to the posts
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