I was so excited to receive a dollar from the "Where's George?" project , which tracks the travels of individual bills. I'd gotten one a while back and mistakenly passed it on without looking it up, which really disappointed me. I'm a big fan of random acts of weirdness, as witnessed by this blog.So there I was, all psyched to discover the fascinating adventure of this dollar, imagining it being used to snort cocaine, or stuffed into a male stripper's g-string, only to see that no one else had bothered registering it.
And that's the end of my story. I tried something new and it was a bust.
Sorry, folks. Just 'cuz it's new doesn't necessarily make it interesting.
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Marc, your post wasn't entirely uninteresting, at least to me. It prompted me to check the status of a dollar bill I found and registered on the "Where's George" site in 2004. It was a 1995 note that someone in Salem marked and entered in the database in October 2003. I found the bill in Portland six months later. When I registered my find, I commented that it was too worn to work in a change machine -- or at least that's what the report says. Perhaps it was taken out of circulation shortly thereafter. I recall having all the best intentions of marking more bills and registering them before sending them out into the world. Alas, I seem to have lost enthusiasm about the project until your post reminded me.
Actually, it's kind of a relief. Unrelenting success can be overwhelming. It's reassuring somehow that you tried something that didn't pan out. It makes you more human -- not at ALL to disparage the fact that you are, of course, undoubtedly superhuman in all things!
But this once was very nice. Thank you.
In a fiction workshop/class during, winter quarter, the assignment was to follow the path of a $20. It was the most creative work I did that quarter and took me on a journey of people. Thanks for posting this, it sparked that memory.
Your post prompted me to check one I registered about three or four years ago. They've since cleared it from queue.
"I got a rock."
Ain't that the truth.
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