All day today, I kept on finding pennies. I had picked up a habit from my very dear friend of two decades. He would find loose change on the floors and streets as he went through his day and would proudly tell us how much money he had collected this way. Astoundingly, he would readily exceed a hundred dollars a year. Jessie lost his battle with cancer over the Weekend and I'm sure he got on his bike and rode to heaven. Maybe, I'm wrong. But, that makes full sense to me having known this very special man and I just want him to be happy.