"Money...It's a Drag."

The only cash I have on me is in the form of coins, which makes for an interesting time when I dump them in my pocket. I imagine that these quarters, dimes, and nickels are all the paterfamilias of currency. I imagine that they are actually worth something--a lot, in fact! The clinging against each other as they fall in my pocket makes me think of the way the shekels of ancient Israel or the drachms of Hellenistic Greece must have sounded as they slid into their masters' satchels.

have I got a long way to run