Change

When I was young, my parents had an antique beer stein that sat on the fireplace mantle. At one time it had a pewter lid but that had broken off years before. Instead of holding beer it held pennies. Whenever a penny was found it would be deposited in the stein. Every once in a while the stein would come off the mantle and my brother and I would count out the pennies with help from a parent. First they would be counted into stacks of five and arranged in rows of ten. Each row was then carefully inserted into a paper penny wrapper and set aside. After counting and adding up the bounty, brother...