The Crumpled Dollar Bill - June 3, 2026

My first thought – it’s fake - a kid dropped monopoly money from his pocket on the way to school. But as I smoothed it out, Latin on the green side, English on the gray, I knew it was real.  Then I remembered the lady with the brown poodle I’d passed. She’d probably pulled out a poop bag and this fluttered out with it. Part of me thought I should run after her but my legs said “NO!”.  This leisurely morning walk was exactly what I wanted. 

Of course, you can never completely flatten paper money once it’s been in a bunch.  The creased middle section, the crimped and bent corners, the folded edges forever remain like scars on its life.  Just like us, that is what life does. No one stays crisp and new.  And we’ve all been innocently dropped, haven’t we?  Friendships and acquaintances slip out of pockets over time. Our value then becomes the beneficiary of someone else.

Who doesn’t like stumbling upon money and new friendships?  A dollar was great to find, but now, for some reason, I’m thinking it could have been a ten or twenty. And it never hurts to pick up another friend or two, especially if they’re just lying around,

waiting to be found.