The vending machine was devoid of my choice beverage.  Sadness.  I begrudgingly thumbed the coin return, expecting a Granny-at-the-slots jackpot of nickels and dimes.  But lo!

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS DOLLAR COIN!!!!!!!!

I am a strong advocate of the dollar coin, and I’m a big fan of JQA:  the Monroe Doctrine was a good idea at the time (though some of the protectionist stuff and the whole Tariff of Abominations wasn’t all that hot), taxes to support infrastructure expansion, won the case for the Africans who overtook their captors on the Amistad.  And Henry Clay loved him!  Henry Clay was a handy man to have in your pocket.

Well vending machine, you may not have sated my caffeine-need, but you did give me a little piece of history that I’ll probably accidently drop on the street.