On a rock outcrop at Shoshone Falls, there’s a ledge covered with pennies. The copper has long since corroded into a rainbow of green hues, and they’ll be there forever because nobody is going to risk life and limb to salvage $1.14 that you can’t spend in the pop machine. I don’t think God is OK with that. I suspect that everyone who vacuums up a penny, or pitches it into a trash can, or walks over it without troubling to bend over is guilty of arrogance that may come home to roost. That’s because the penny is the currency of small mercies, the coin of petty indulgences from Providence. Think of it as the fiduciary equivalent of a sunbeam breaking through the clouds, a smile from a stranger, or your brother-in-law returning your cordless electric drill after 14 years/Steve Crump, Twin Falls Times-News. More here. (2009 AP file photo, of new penny)

Question: What do you do with your loose pennies?