Potter Ken - Strike It Rich with Pocket Change

This 1969-S Lincoln cent doubled die obverse was discovered in a wrapped roll of Lincoln cents in late 2007.

This coin was auctioned in January 2008 and sold for an amazing

$126,500

The 1992 reverse Close AM.
Only four copies known to date.

PCGS graded AU-58 sold for $22,600 and PCGS graded AU-53 sold for $17,000 on March 25, 2011 on eBay.

$22,000-$25,000

This 1970-S Lincoln cent doubled die obverse was discovered in a wrapped roll in late 2007.

Known Sales:
PCGS MS67 RD: $24,056
PCGS MS63 RB: $22,000
NGC MS62 RD: $12,500
NGC MS62 RB: $4,051

Only one copy of this 1988 Doubled Ear Lincoln cent is known.

Private Sale
$3,000

On Jan. 25, 2009, this
1972 doubled die No. 4 sold for

$2,250

Jefferson photo courtesy of U.S. Mint

Look at the edges of a Jefferson Presidential dollar and you just may notice one that does NOT have the edge lettering.

A quick and simple look could net you

$2,500 - $4,000

See the Dollar section for more details

ADAMS PHOTO COURTESY OF U.S. MINT

Look at the edges of ALL Presidential dollars and you just may notice one that has doubled edge-lettering.

A quick and simple look could net you

$100 - $3,000

From the very beginning of my involvement in this great hobby, my brother Don was at my side. In the early 1960s, we spent hours together at Metropolitan Savings and Loan on the corner of Seven Mile and Evergreen in Detroit, searching through Lincoln cent rolls for early dates, anything with an S mintmark, steel cents, and the occasional error.

Don (left) and Ken Potter show off their catch in 1978.

As we got older we rode bikes to Livonia Mall and attended the local coin show and auction. We collected coins from our pre-teen years all the way into our adulthoods, sharing our knowledge and exchanging ideas on things like which coins would go up in value the fastest or which were the most beautiful designs. We visited numerous shops and admired each others purchases or finds.

Our first real major discovery of a variety was together when, in response to a Coin World article, we checked Dons box of five Canadian 1973 proof-like sets for the newly discovered Large Bust quarters, of which we were lucky enough to find two.

Later we developed a devotion to the sport of fishing and purchased a boat and motor and spent many hours together developing our skills on every lake, river, pond, and stream we could find.

Don died of a heart attack at the age of 47 on Dec. 3, 1999. He was my best friend and is sorely missed. I dedicate this book to his memory.

I have never put 40 years of memories into one page and I dont know if I can successfully accomplish it now and give my father the acknowledgement that he deserves.

Arthur Dale Allen

My Dad gave me the Zip-lock bag of handed-down coins that got me started with the never-ending enjoyment of coin collecting. More over, he taught me parts of life that one cannot read about or explain to others. Dad was a quiet and reserved man who seemingly never spoke out of turn, and through his silence I learned numerous life lessons that I still hold true and walk with every day.

I vividly remember eating a cinnamon roll at the Clayton Caf before he drove me to Boy Scout camp for my first two weeks away from home. He would sit all afternoon below the broad-leafed maple trees and wave at passing cars. He would sit quietly (very quietly) on the grassy bank of Boosens pond, the water dam at Clayton Lake and the cattle-hoofed mud at the Gerdes pond. I cherish every Saturday morning that we rolled out at 6 a.m. to beat the heat or walk aimlessly through the woods of Adams or Brown County hunting the elusive morale mushroom that would certainly end up in a perdy good omelet!

From wear and tear on the car, omelets, fishing laws, peanut butter (w/syrup), causes of flat tires, fly swatters, catfish bait, sleeveless shirts, deer whistles, DOT hats, backup firewood, and Rays garage I miss that man.

I smile with the memories of TOAST!, the $20 hand-shake, Jays ball games, peach ice cream, feesh at Doesch, stashing money in socks (before travel), and Hannah Grace sitting on Papa Dales lap running her fingers through his beard.

I now laugh every time a door slams behind me or when I see a fly on a TV screen, when I heat the outside with the door wide open, and I chuckle at the memory of stepping on his broken toe.

On May 15, 2007, we lost a great friend, confidant, mentor, husband, Dad and Grandpa. I can only hope to be half the gentle man that he grew to be.

I speak for my entire family when I say that we love and miss you. Theres not a day gone by that we do not think of how we miss your presence.