I found that coin in the drawer of the car and took it to the workshop. “No Cash Value”, said the engraving. Still, that dispenser at the camp had given me a dozen balls. I was curious about not fully understanding the meaning of that message engraved on its face and that is why I kept it. “No cash value”, what a strange way for a coin. Strange until I happened to have some mother-of-pearl to inlay the body of a Telecaster that, strangely enough, reminded of a “Cabronita”. I understood everything. And the fact that nobody wanted that dozen of balls back was not strange anymore. Let’s play.