
This nickel has been sitting outside my front door for, oh, ever. Sissy and I noticed it there one day and left it there. Kind of like a good luck nickel.
Friday I got a notice that all the walkways in my neighborhood will be powerwashed on Monday. We were told to bring in front door mats, etc. So I brought mine in, and the nickel as well. I knew it wouldn't be there Monday evening, and I didn't want to think of its fate when meeting the powerwasher. What if it landed in an unworthy location?
I may replace it Monday evening. I think it belongs there.