He was born in Hawaii.
About that coin ...
Somebody else from Kenya was there, in Missouri (the "Show Me" state) on that day.
He was walking around with a coin in his pocket. Maybe a bar or another shop in Missouri took that Kenya coin, no problem, for a cold beer on a hot day, or a loaf of bread for the supper table.
Hey, you got a coin in your pocket change. Pass it on. No sweat.
Once, I got a coin from Colombia, in regular change from a supermarket. It was the same size as a quarter. It came to me in change as a quarter. It isn't worth a quarter, but I took it anyway. I could have given it back to the store's nice check-out clerk ... but no sweat, it took it anyway. Now it's in the the coin collection.
Now I'll get my 25 cents worth, many times over, just showing it to folks and talking about it.
When did it come here to the USA? How many times did it get exchanged for "25 cents"? How many times did it go OK, no problem, for a quarter, with nobody asking about it?
You get it in your change, you spend it, and the world goes on.
You drop it, and years later we get a "beep" and bring it back.
Mostly, we're just happy to find it. Sometimes -- rarely, but it happens -- history is made.
Cheers,
Joe
Cheers,
Joe