It was a rainy day, dreary and gray, and so the copper penny was a beacon on the ground against the gray concrete.
The old saying flashed in my mind, “See a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck.”
I stopped — hesitated would be a better word, because I made no move to pick up the penny. I just saw it down there, registered it in my memory, and moved on across the walk and into the store.
“Somebody else can have the luck,” I said to myself. “Could be they need it more.”
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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