One Glorious Day

November 10, 2025

I don't know when that time will come. That day when I don't need to cash in my change jar. I mean, every time I do it, I tell myself, "Ray, this is it, you will never have to do this again." And then, as the whiskey tube that serves as my collection vessel begins to overflow, the shit hits the fan. Crazy, isn't it?

I would love to take that jar to a Coin Star (if they still exist, do they?) and pour it in, see the grand total, and hit the donate button. God, that would be great. To put my money where my mouth is and do something for the greater good. Or maybe just treat myself to something nice like a shiny new tool for my workshop. Perhaps an ornate antique bar mirror for my man room.

Ah, I guess I shouldn't bitch and moan too much. An old friend of mine always used to say, "The Lord will provide." Crazy as that sounds, I've always found it to be true. Whenever, in my life, all hope seems to be lost, something comes out of the woodwork to save my hairy ass. And don't worry about old Uncle Ray, all is fine. And quite frankly, I probably could have let the jar build up a little more. But it sure did come in handy...and the ass isn't all that hairy!

As the grocery bill seems to keep getting larger, as the energy bill gets a little bigger, as the price of everything continues to grow out of control, we still have our change jars. As the powers that be continue to build gold laden ballrooms, granite bathrooms and have parties with filet mignon and seared scallops, we prattle on with ramen noodles, Campbell's soup and our change jars to pay for it all. Oh the decadence.

Raymond, this will be the last time you have to cash in your change jar, I promise.

These fucking pennies are a waste of my time! Bring on the quarters!!!