I got this quarter back in change from the coke machine at the LaCrosse, Wisconsin Airport. It is a Texas quarter. I felt it my patriotic duty as a proud Texan to liberate it from the clutches of the nefarious Yankees heretofore holding it in bondage. I will keep it with me for the entire trip, until we’re both back in Texas where it will be free to roam free in the pure air, bluebonnets and endless expanses of the Lone Star State. Just like all Texas quarters should do. I will name it “Davy.”
