If even three pennies are not worth picking up, maybe it’s time to think about not making them any more.

There’s something mystical about three discarded or inconsequential things. A long time ago, I wrote a song about finding three discarded roses on the sidewalk. Later, I used the song as a section quote in FlameWar: The Passion of the Electric Messiah. More consequentially, CJ Moloney recorded it, and true to its mystic roots, that recording no longer exists in our over-recorded world. All I could find was her Red Skies Tonight in an advertisement.

Who left those roses behind? Why? You might lose a penny. You probably won’t lose three at a time unless there’s a story behind it. And you might drop one rose in a hurry; it’s unlikely, but you might. You won’t leave three behind, simply because you have them for a reason.