I’ve always found quarters in strange places. I bought a new car there was a quarter in the glove compartment. I look through old boxes, there’s a quarter at the bottom. I hike down a deer trail along the creek, I find a quarter. I never find pennies or nickels or even dimes. It’s only quarters. I asked my younger brother if he was putting quarters in my trunk while I visited him a few years ago. “Why would I do that?” was his reply.
Finding quarters happened so often I don’t even remember when it started happening. I think it became noticeable when I lived in Florida. I didn’t have a phone and always used pay phones. Calls were 25 cents. On several occasions, after I talked to my dad long distance to Ohio, a quarter would come out the change return even if I had used dimes and nickels to make the call. I saved my quarters for the laundry-mat. I wouldn’t use them to make phone calls.
After I had posted “Music Box Dancer”, it finally made sense. I only took quarters from my mom’s purse. When I quit taking them, and started asking, that’s all I would ask for. Foosball was 25 cents a game. My mom was still making her presence known by giving me quarters.