Wow, first I'd like to say that the new design of the blog page is rather posh. Moving on. As you'll notice, this site is about the life of Lo ... me. As described, I will be writing about life, literature, and my obsession of pennies. As I have not yet read any new literature since I created this blog, and have no new incites on life, I will begin by explaining the penny preoccupation. For many years now, I have been excited at the notion of finding pennies. I realize all children are, so this excitement may not seem especially novel. However, I am 27 years old and my infatuation with pennies grows stronger everyday. Just to provide an example of what I'm talking about here, let me take you back a couple of years. I was at the Cleveland airport three summers ago. Standing on the curb outside, on a cold and rainy morning, I espied a penny in the lane where the cars drive up to drop off travelers. The traffic was steady, but I really wanted that coin. I would have to step in a puddle, amongst moving cars to get it. I couldn't take my eyes off it. My husband said, "You really want that penny, don't you?" I smiled sheepishly, and before I knew it, he had leapt out into the road, over the puddle, between moving cars to pick it up for me. That's when I realized that it wasn't just enjoyment or excitement when I found a penny, it was necessary. So, the latest instance of penny finding happened Saturday afternoon. My brother and his girlfriend came in from L.A. to surprise my mom for Mother's Day. We were all out visiting little shops and as we were leaving one of the stores, two pennies caught my eye. I picked them up, disbelieving that I had almost missed them. In the parking lot, I heard another coin drop and my brother was laughing. Apparently he had dropped the pennies for my, recently learning of my obsession. Well, I found that he had dropped a nickel. I picked it up and threw it at him, saying, "I don't like nickels!" It's just pennies. And I've just discovered the reason for it. But that will have to be explained later, as it is time to sign off. Lo