P.S. Never collect anything, not even something simple and inexpensive and good for teaching a school-age child about the geography of her nation. Sooner or later, it always breaks your heart. You have no idea what I was willing to do for Minnesota, until finally the Amtrak snack vendor’s change tray coughed one up. Kansas took its time making its way here. And we’ve barely begun to explore the west. Meanwhile, I get one of those stupid Connecticut charter-oak quarters every other day. Is the Mint creating artificial shortages to gin up interest in the 50 State Quarters program, now entering its final years, or have they just gotten bored and moved on to the nickels?
Of course, you still can’t find Sacagawea to save your life. Living on the Canadian border, I see loonies and toonies almost every week — I carry a few on me, just in case I’m called upon to run a diplomatic mission across the bridge. But we’re still feeding toilet-papery singles into pop machines.
I ask you.
Anyway, I’m not exactly jonesin’ for West Virginia, but to get one and get caught up? Would be almost heaven.