It was a Cold February,1901, when Walter Dimmick walked out of the San Francisco Mint carrying a small travel suitcase with him.  He was tired looking and worried as he was ready to climb into a vehicle, when a gentleman approached him seeing him struggle  with the suitcase.

My Personal Greek Tragedy

I thrive off of the word “no” because it means I need to prove that anything is possible.  So when many people told me to avoid Greece during this economic crisis, naturally I had to go. Continue reading “My Personal Greek Tragedy”