This is the family donation bottle.
Friends of ours had a few in their garage when they moved and gave us one. I always wanted a such a bottle. It’s old-school glass and gets heavy with only a few inches of coins. I suspect it would explode from internal pressure if we managed to fill it; it would surely be too heavy to lift, even with all these chinups I’m trying to do.
We’ve been using debit and credit cards less, paying for daily stuff with good old filthy greenbacks. So I actually have pocket change every day, and it all goes into the bottle. I’m like a kid saving up for that Atomic Energy Lab with real uranium.
Except we’re using the money for causes we believe in. This blog is not especially political, and is in fact a partial refuge from politics, but it is about fighting gloom and so, yes, it must be somewhat political, just like sex and hair and zombie movies were in the 60s.
Allow me to gracefully suggest that the coins — Lincoln, Jefferson, FDR, and Washington — will be collected and molded into whacking sticks that noble organizations may use to beat back the lily-livered, dunderheaded, gloom-mongering creeps I didn’t vote for, and I will leave it at that.