I have a vivid memory of being in a store – I don’t remember which one – and my dad pulled out a five dollar bill to pay for whatever he was buying. We waited to pay and while we did, he showed me how crisp the bills were – right fresh from the bank – by snapping his fingers on them. He leaned over and showed me. Snapping them and letting me feel the firm unmarred paper. I was old enough to start understanding the concept of money, but too young to have any of my own. I understood that $5 was a lot of money.
Dad was so pleased with these fresh bills – he fingered and snapped those bills the whole time we stood to waiting to pay. He was especially pleased that he didn’t have to hand over all the new bills he had – that his wallet would have more to feel later.
Every time I pull out a crisp fresh bill, I think of my dad and snap my fingers over it.
June 14th, 2013 Extra Ordinary: The simple pleasure of touch.