JKK

I'm over it. When you can't pose a question with fewer periods than a Golden Girls reunion, your writing is illegible and you show zero respect for your readers. In such a case, there is no reason for the readers to bother.

I'm over it. When you can't pose a question with fewer periods than a Golden Girls reunion, your writing is illegible and you show zero respect for your readers. In such a case, there is no reason for the readers to bother.

I see your point, Hog, but nothing relieves them of the duty of critical thinking. If it were that easy to pick riches out of our change, or off the pavement in the parking lot, wouldn't us active collectors all have f-bombed off to the Caymans? We definitely wouldn't be spending our time on a message board fielding semiliterate wishful thinking inquiries. Even a rudimentary level of applied intellect could discern that--if it were applied.
The fact that we are here, and that you're not fishing and hunting about 300 days a year, and I'm not living on a Kansas ranch that is beautiful but is never going to make any money while spending my days bidding in ancients auctions, and Kurt's not putting up a huge neon sign ordering all kids off his lawn just because he can, is testimony to the fact that the strike-it-rich thing is buffalo bagels. Critical thinking would tell them that. If they haven't learned it, well, they're big boys and girls and shouldn't need to be told how to adult. Adulting is work, which is partly why so many people just try and opt out of it.

I see your point, Hog, but nothing relieves them of the duty of critical thinking. If it were that easy to pick riches out of our change, or off the pavement in the parking lot, wouldn't us active collectors all have f-bombed off to the Caymans? We definitely wouldn't be spending our time on a message board fielding semiliterate wishful thinking inquiries. Even a rudimentary level of applied intellect could discern that--if it were applied.
The fact that we are here, and that you're not fishing and hunting about 300 days a year, and I'm not living on a Kansas ranch that is beautiful but is never going to make any money while spending my days bidding in ancients auctions, and Kurt's not putting up a huge neon sign ordering all kids off his lawn just because he can, is testimony to the fact that the strike-it-rich thing is buffalo bagels. Critical thinking would tell them that. If they haven't learned it, well, they're big boys and girls and shouldn't need to be told how to adult. Adulting is work, which is partly why so many people just try and opt out of it.

I normally don't read unpunctuated word salad, but I looked at this just enough to see that you were actually trying to tell people to allow for possibilities they know to be impossibilities (a fair term for improbabilities so vast there is no point contemplating their reality). That is not only unrealistic, but offensive. Don't ever post a question to which you are unwilling to hear honest answers, and seriously never again try to demand people shape their answers to pretend to believe in impossibilities. At some point, the kid has to learn there isn't a Santa Claus.
There's nothing wrong with being new and often wrong. But if you don't like an answer given you as a free gift, don't be childish about it. Either take it at face value for the kind donation of time and energy that it is, or ignore it and be an ingrate, but don't come around here telling people how to donate.

I see your point, Hog, but nothing relieves them of the duty of critical thinking. If it were that easy to pick riches out of our change, or off the pavement in the parking lot, wouldn't us active collectors all have f-bombed off to the Caymans? We definitely wouldn't be spending our time on a message board fielding semiliterate wishful thinking inquiries. Even a rudimentary level of applied intellect could discern that--if it were applied.
The fact that we are here, and that you're not fishing and hunting about 300 days a year, and I'm not living on a Kansas ranch that is beautiful but is never going to make any money while spending my days bidding in ancients auctions, and Kurt's not putting up a huge neon sign ordering all kids off his lawn just because he can, is testimony to the fact that the strike-it-rich thing is buffalo bagels. Critical thinking would tell them that. If they haven't learned it, well, they're big boys and girls and shouldn't need to be told how to adult. Adulting is work, which is partly why so many people just try and opt out of it.

I normally don't read unpunctuated word salad, but I looked at this just enough to see that you were actually trying to tell people to allow for possibilities they know to be impossibilities (a fair term for improbabilities so vast there is no point contemplating their reality). That is not only unrealistic, but offensive. Don't ever post a question to which you are unwilling to hear honest answers, and seriously never again try to demand people shape their answers to pretend to believe in impossibilities. At some point, the kid has to learn there isn't a Santa Claus.
There's nothing wrong with being new and often wrong. But if you don't like an answer given you as a free gift, don't be childish about it. Either take it at face value for the kind donation of time and energy that it is, or ignore it and be an ingrate, but don't come around here telling people how to donate.

I normally don't read unpunctuated word salad, but I looked at this just enough to see that you were actually trying to tell people to allow for possibilities they know to be impossibilities (a fair term for improbabilities so vast there is no point contemplating their reality). That is not only unrealistic, but offensive. Don't ever post a question to which you are unwilling to hear honest answers, and seriously never again try to demand people shape their answers to pretend to believe in impossibilities. At some point, the kid has to learn there isn't a Santa Claus.
There's nothing wrong with being new and often wrong. But if you don't like an answer given you as a free gift, don't be childish about it. Either take it at face value for the kind donation of time and energy that it is, or ignore it and be an ingrate, but don't come around here telling people how to donate.

I normally don't read unpunctuated word salad, but I looked at this just enough to see that you were actually trying to tell people to allow for possibilities they know to be impossibilities (a fair term for improbabilities so vast there is no point contemplating their reality). That is not only unrealistic, but offensive. Don't ever post a question to which you are unwilling to hear honest answers, and seriously never again try to demand people shape their answers to pretend to believe in impossibilities. At some point, the kid has to learn there isn't a Santa Claus.
There's nothing wrong with being new and often wrong. But if you don't like an answer given you as a free gift, don't be childish about it. Either take it at face value for the kind donation of time and energy that it is, or ignore it and be an ingrate, but don't come around here telling people how to donate.

I'll translate: "I didn't get the validation I sought. Therefore, you all are mean and wrong and bad."

There's a small but steady stream of cob era coins that wash up or show up somehow on the beaches of northwestern Oregon. The mouth of the Columbia was and is treacherous and quite a few ships were wrecked in the vicinity. The remains of one are still on the beach, though it came long after the cob era (late 1800s). There's even a coin shop in Cannon Beach selling grossly overpriced, heavily shined shipwreck/salvage coins.

Yeah, that's a JGS. They're just guessing based on apparent composition. I see nothing on that item to attribute, not even weight, since it seems uncertain that's even a coin. If it is, it has lost any detail it ever had. Even if it were a clean, attributable small Constantine copper, value would run to maybe $8. So $5 is definitely too much for one that is none of those things for sure.

I'll translate: "I didn't get the validation I sought. Therefore, you all are mean and wrong and bad."

I'll translate: "I didn't get the validation I sought. Therefore, you all are mean and wrong and bad."

I'll translate: "I didn't get the validation I sought. Therefore, you all are mean and wrong and bad."

I'll translate: "I didn't get the validation I sought. Therefore, you all are mean and wrong and bad."

Your coin clearly has PMD as well as PMS, EMS, and SMS. It is worth less than face value because of the way you've screwed with it.

Your coin clearly has PMD as well as PMS, EMS, and SMS. It is worth less than face value because of the way you've screwed with it.

Yes. It is numismatic garbage. Be glad you can spend it for 1c.

For pre-Krause it's a necessity. It was one of the first things I had to get hold of when I got into Roman bronzes.

Your right JKK, typo on my part, I should have proof read it. I will change it to avoid confusion.
Thanks for catching it.

Nice pieces from the midst of the Barracks Emperors years.

Well, you've probably seen or at least heard of coin clubs full of grumpy old guys who rarely try new things or meet new people, and whose best life entails being the last guy in the club to go into assisted living. Some of them love coins a lot but fear that the gods would strike them dead if they showed an ounce of enthusiasm for a coin (or anything; terminal cynicism can indeed be a cause of decline). They decide that being capable coin collectors makes them capable coin dealers, where they'll fund their hobby with the profits from selling their junk and get away from the wife for a few hours a day (since retiring they both have learned that all that togetherness is a drag, and their crummy kids are still slurping at the trough claiming personality disorders and trauma issues rather than buckle down and help themselves (and from whom did they inherit those?)).
What they don't seem to realize is that entrepreneurial success generally requires a tripod of skills, two of which must be above average (ideally expert) and one must be at least serviceable. There's artisanship (the thing the firm does), marketing, and recordkeeping. Typically they're good at the artisanship but inept at marketing and variable at recordkeeping. They didn't want to actually build up a thriving business. They just wanted to show up and sell coins so they could buy coins, but it didn't much occur to them that the public is variable and eccentric and prone to waste their time. So much for the dream.
And that's before they've turned away about twenty teens who obviously stole collections, been burned by a dozen counterfeits, and found out what a lousy gig gold coins are for dealers. Maybe even if they had rudimentary social skills to start with, they stopped bothering after reality set in.

Well, you've probably seen or at least heard of coin clubs full of grumpy old guys who rarely try new things or meet new people, and whose best life entails being the last guy in the club to go into assisted living. Some of them love coins a lot but fear that the gods would strike them dead if they showed an ounce of enthusiasm for a coin (or anything; terminal cynicism can indeed be a cause of decline). They decide that being capable coin collectors makes them capable coin dealers, where they'll fund their hobby with the profits from selling their junk and get away from the wife for a few hours a day (since retiring they both have learned that all that togetherness is a drag, and their crummy kids are still slurping at the trough claiming personality disorders and trauma issues rather than buckle down and help themselves (and from whom did they inherit those?)).
What they don't seem to realize is that entrepreneurial success generally requires a tripod of skills, two of which must be above average (ideally expert) and one must be at least serviceable. There's artisanship (the thing the firm does), marketing, and recordkeeping. Typically they're good at the artisanship but inept at marketing and variable at recordkeeping. They didn't want to actually build up a thriving business. They just wanted to show up and sell coins so they could buy coins, but it didn't much occur to them that the public is variable and eccentric and prone to waste their time. So much for the dream.
And that's before they've turned away about twenty teens who obviously stole collections, been burned by a dozen counterfeits, and found out what a lousy gig gold coins are for dealers. Maybe even if they had rudimentary social skills to start with, they stopped bothering after reality set in.

You have already asked this question before, not sure what answer you are looking for that you have already not gotten.   The very simple answer is yes, it is possible for a coin pulled from circulation to grade as a mint state grade.    As I previously explained, graders have no way of knowing if a coin sent for grading came from a mint roll, mint set, or your change from 7-11.    They grade the coin that is in front of them on its merits and wort's, it is no more complicated than that.