On my way home from a fun cocktail event in Rockefeller Center last night, I was walking on a crowded sidewalk on Fifth Avenue when I saw a penny. I usually pick them up because I believe they’re signs of abundance. I like to make a wish on them and then put them in a little mosaic box. Well, there was so much activity on that street that stopping to pick up that particular penny seemed more dangerous than magical, so I reluctantly let it go.
Later, as I stood on the PATH platform to catch a ride back to Hoboken, a young man walked by me and dropped a quarter. He paused, then left it there. It was gleaming, so new looking. I picked it up, put it in my pocket, and decided this needed to be a big wish. Twenty-five times the usual. It needed to pack a punch.
I made a doozy. And I’m not telling …
