Join The Club
Watching golden girls growing up, the girls were always joining a club, starting a club, or discussing the clubs they were members of - it seemed like a part of every adult life. So how did I become a clubless adult?
I have a full social life - although it does tend to involve my current friends and not much outreach. I wanted to join a club, even if it's not in person (and who has the time anyway) to spend time delighting in my hobbies and learning from people who do the same.
My hobby? Smashed pennies. Elongated coins. Whatever you call them - I love them. My club? The Elongated Collectors.
From childhood, when they were the most affordable souvenir for children, to now - looking for a tiny store in the middle of nowhere town because a website that hasn't been updated in a year says there might be a press inside - there’s something indescribable about a new coin.
Sometimes you feel like you’re the only one that is crazy.
No one in the TEC thinks that.
A club for everything elongated coin. Quarterly magazines filled with stories, classifieds, and knowledge that is not collected elsewhere. Clubs are a wealth of information - collecting history that is too specific to find elsewhere online all being collected by people who usually work for free. The TEC has been printing issues since 1966 and sells the back catalog - a resource that should be immensely respected.
Joining a club is about being a member - being apart of something. If you have a hobby see if there’s a related club you might like to join. Start small - a yearly membership under $30 could spark a lifetime friendship or just be a nice read for the evening.
