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Dad, his coins still magical

Published 06/21/2009, St. Louis, Mo.

I grew up fishing with my dad, Joe Millen. During those warm afternoons, when the fish weren’t bitin’, he’d go into Vergas, Pelican Rapids and other small Minnesota towns and buy $100 worth of pennies. We’d sit out by the lake, at the picnic table, and for hours examine each one. I knew many of the good ones, but if I didn’t, I’d call out the date and he’d say, “No good,” or “It’s a keeper.”

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