Last month, my sister Michelle and I drove 1,100 miles to Pennsylvania for a funeral. (More on that later.) While we were there, I had strange and eerie experience that I think most of you will appreciate. (I attempted to share my occurrence with a few friends after I got home, but sadly, they all just gave me the “DUH!” face, and it was evident they weren’t able to get the irony.)
On our way home, we stopped in Gettysburg at the Lincoln Diner. (Don’t forget, Michelle’s a history major, so if anyone doesn’t know what relevance Gettysburg and Lincoln have, you’d better not voice it here or she’s likely to attack you in the comments section!)
When we got to the diner, I used the restroom in the basement in the stall closest to the far wall. We ate, then my sister used the restroom. When she got back to the table, once more I went back to the basement and used the same stall that I’d used before, only this time, I found a heads-up penny on the floor. (For my foreign friends, Abraham Lincoln is on our U.S. penny as well as on our five dollar bill.) I told Michelle that the former president was trying to contact me from the Great Beyond, and since he knows I’m a writer, he probably wants me to add an addendum to his Gettysburg Address.
We laughed and proceeded to go check out the Gettysburg Train Depot that President Lincoln used when he went there in 1863. The station was only in operation from 1850 through 1870. We then went through the Gettysburg Battlefield, then headed home.
(FYI: The sky in the actual photos was grey and dismal, so I Photoshopped in the blue sky and clouds. The car really did just happen to pass as I snapped that photo, though I had to paint over a couple of people that were walking on the sidewalk across the street.)
Because were drinking tons of fresh apple cider (YUM!) as we drove, we broke my rule about stopping only every 250 miles for gas and a restroom, and we stopped at the Welcome Center in Maryland. While I used the facilities, I found yet another heads-up penny! I knew then that President Lincoln really was trying to contact me.
The cider was absolutely phenomenal, and it really gave our bladders a workout. So at the Virginia Welcome Center, once again we made a pit stop… And you guess it, I found a heads-up penny! I had no doubt that the former president wanted to send me a message, but my sister was still skeptical. So to convince her, I suggested that the next place we stopped, I should find a five dollar bill. She agreed that if that happened, she’d be a believer.
Well, we stopped in North Carolina. Only instead of finding any money, I found a sign on the restroom mirror telling us that human trafficking was prevalent there and we should beware! (Yes, really! I would’ve taken a photo, only I left my phone in the car, and after that warning, I was afraid to run out and go back in the restroom! Plus the big homeless woman who was talking to her dog in the bathroom and kept trying to approach us scared us a bit.)
In South Carolina, we found that the Welcome Center was not welcoming at all! There were bars over the vending machines with signs telling us it was unsafe there, so we should reach through the bars! The Welcome Center was locked at only around 9:00 PM, and the door said it locked the doors each day at 5:00! There were no signs directing us to the outside restrooms, so we had to walk all the way around the building in the dark with four big, scary men walking around outside digging through the garbage! When we did find the restrooms, the men’s and the ladies’ side were through one entrance, and there was no door in the doorway. So needless to say, we were pretty freaked out and hurried to get out of there and back to our car.
I was afraid that my rendezvous with President Lincoln had come to an end, but when we finally got home (thankfully in one piece!), I actually found a fourth heads-up penny on the floor of my very own living room! (The same living room that was cleaned before I left.)
Unfortunately, I had to go back to work the next day, though I felt like sleeping for a week, so if President Lincoln was indeed trying to send me a message, I was too tired to receive it.
Let’s talk: Were you hopeful that I’d actually find a five dollar bill? Has a dead president ever tried to contact you before? How cool was it that that old car drove in front of the railroad station while I was taking photos?