As you may, or may not, know, I am on a journey to re-enter the world of numismatics.  My pretext for this is to introduce my grandson to collecting coins.  But let's face it, that's not an essential piece.  I sold my not considerable collection in the late 70s and early 80s.  In part to fund a wedding and to help satisfy the need's of a growing family.  In reality, I never really left our hobby.  I was addicted to coins and there was no going "cold turkey."  I simply went underground.  After selling most of my pieces I continued to dabble by purchasing uncirculated and proof sets or the occasional commemorative.To me coins truly are sirens.  I am mesmerized by their beauty.  Entranced by the frosty glow of a seemingly perfect proof.  I cannot describe the excitement I felt when the mint first introduced us to the Silver Eagle.  The rapture I felt when I received my gem Franklin Halves is indescribable.  I truly love coins!  My wife wouldn't understand.  I don't know how I am going to break it to her.As part of the process to come out as an active coin collector, and to lure my grandson into our cult, I have put together a 'Beginner Coin Collecting Kit.'  I pulled together some press-in Lincoln Cent and Roosevelt Dime albums, a basic loupe, a 2022 Uncirculated Set and a bag of 400 Wheaties.  I figured we could search them together while attempting to fill as many spaces in the albums as possible.  I bought two more bags just for me to search.  I know, I know!  They're just Wheaties, for crying out loud.  But there was something about them.  As I was looking through the bags to pick one for my grandson I could almost hear them calling out to me.  Each of them promising to reveal their historical journey that brought them here.  I just couldn't resist.  I don't know, maybe I'm a coin whisperer.  I also bought a set of the two-side albums.  My goal is to fill the albums as much as possible from circulation.  Once that is completed, I'll quit.I promise.