THE DRIFTER: ADAPTATION. 1924 Buffalo.
I am definitely not an artist or engraver. However. I recently took up a new hobby. Hand carving nickels, into "hobo nickels". A term I use loosely. Lets face it. The people professionally carving these coins today are probably not homeless drifters. However. I can literally bring that to the table when it comes to this fun little hobby. Anyone who knows me knows, its not just the "Irish Gene" in me that supposedly makes me a good story teller. But. The fact, I have stories to literally tell. So. I decided. Each of my nickels. Will do exactly that. Tell a story. Each with my shit engraving. And each with a cotton paper, including a real life story to go with it explaining what it means. 
DEATH: 2005 Jefferson Nick.
Each nickel, is in a nice little package. Either a hard slab style case. Or a sealed soft clear 2x2 flip or soft slab with label. Each signed with only an "R" on the reverse. These two. Are my first two nickels. each on hand carved. Using no magnification. Propped upon my knee, or on the tile floor in my house. As you can see by the simple sloppiness of these coins. It was definitely experimental pieces. And much harder then it looks! But, I enjoyed it! And, I will post each new piece on this page. I thought, as a survivalist. The two AOD coins was an appropriate place to start. Especially since, these are "hobo" nickels.As for the literal stories behind these. Well. Have to see the coins, to read those. That is the part that makes them interesting. At least to me. And maybe someday, as I improve....just a little at it. People may buy them. Anyway. Until that day. I will make them in my spare time between school. And add them to my "hobo" coin book. Or, as I refer to them as. "Drifter nickels". And, I leave you with some words from a great song.....
-R
I am a drifter. A lonesome drifter. I got no place to call my own no more. Im a wonderer, a lonesome wonderer. Got no strings to tie me down, got no cause to hang around. What difference does it make which way I go. Got an empty feeling deep inside, still I need to stay alive. Who can tell, what waits beyond this road.
Im a drifter.
