Home of the "Change Thing"

If you thought I was gone from the "Land of the Steve" for good, you were wrong. I was not gone for good. Or gone for bad for that matter. If that doesn't make sense to you don't worry, it doesn't make sense to me either. Why am I back? To solve what may just be the greatest mystery known to man. That of course is the mystery of the "Change Thing."

We all have them in our cars. We all use them to hold our change. Yet, we have no name for this great holder of change. How can that be? We must come up with a name for this unsung hero of the world. Before we can come up with a name for it we must first learn where it came from. Here is a brief history of the "Change Thing." This is all true. Just trust me that it's all true.

The year was 1938 and the automobile business was booming. Deep in a factory worked a man in his mid-thirties named Marcus Jameson. He was a young Irish man who loved his job working on automobiles. He also loved smoking and collecting coins. Little did he know that one day those two things would collide in a way that would change the world forever.

After a busy day at the factory Marcus decided that it was finally time that he owned an automobile. He saved for two whole years hoping that this day would finally come. Instead of going home to his sweet Patricia, he went straight to the car dealership. He looked up and down each one until he finally found the perfect automobile. It was a 1938 Plymouth and it was perfect. It had everything he ever wanted, it even had an ashtray.

Marcus couldn't wait to get that thing home to show his wife and his two year old son, Christopher. He was so excited that he decided to take the whole family out for an ice cream. Marcus got chocolate, Patricia got vanilla, and Christopher got chocolate. They ate the ice cream and talked about nothing but the new car. It was the greatest moment of Marcus' life to that point. When they finished eating the ice cream they got back in the car. At the very moment he sat down, change started falling out of Marcus' pants pocket. He scooped up the change and threw it in the ashtray for he had no other place to put it.

The next day Marcus drove to lunch smoking a cigarette as he went. It wasn't until he went to retrieve the change from the ashtray that he noticed it was all covered in ash. "This is unacceptable!" shouted Marcus. He know what had to be done. He knew he needed to have two separate things in the car for ashes and for coins. The next day he pitched the idea to the owner of the automobile factory he worked at. Next thing he knew, every car he worked on had both a place for ashes and a place for coins.

The tragedy of this story is that in his haste to invent a place to hold his change, he failed to name his wonderful idea. Forever it has been known as the "change thing." I have recently set out on an adventure to find the true name of this thing. All my searches have proved fruitless. Therefore, I have decided that I, Steve Jennings, will name this.

Here are some ideas I have already:

The Change Buddy
The Coin Pal
The Penny Pocket
The Doubloon Saloon
The Coin Cubby
The Nickle Nook
The Chamber of Change
The Coin Cavern
The Penny Pit
The Nickle Nest
The Copper Chasm

One thing is for certain. I will find a suitable name for the "Change Thing." You can count on that.


To Be Continued...


What I'm Listening To:

"Myth" by Beach House