My Dad used to take me to coin shows at the Roosevelt Field mall the second Saturday of the month back in the early 1970's....

I used to save up my allowance and buy BU silver dollars for $3 to $5 each, which was a lot for a kid in those days. My Dad would help me pick out the coins, and then bargain with the dealers to get me a better price. I was thinking of that today, as I reflected on how much I miss my Dad, who died 18 years ago.

Last week, I bought myself an 1864 Seated Dollar for my birthday (I was born on Father's Day), and driving home from the dealer, I thought of how much my Dad would have loved this coin. I owe my Dad a lot, much more than just getting me interested in this wonderful hobby. He taught me to always try to do the best you can, to always do the right thing, and to believe in myself. I miss my Dad.