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I'm not Superstitious

Dear Members and Constituents,
Superstition is defined as an irrational belief arising from ignorance or fear. No one wants to be called irrational, ignorant or fearful... so why are people superstitious? How do superstitions get started? I suppose it goes something like this:
(1) Man walks under ladder.
(2) Paint bucket spills on his new suit.
(3) Man starts proclaiming to the world it is bad luck to walk under ladder.

Superstitions generally revolve around luck. Good luck (finding pennies, horseshoes, four leaf clovers, the number seven) and bad (stepping on cracks, black cats, breaking mirrors). There are old superstitions handed down from time immemorial and there are new ones sports fans and gamblers alike create anew every year. Somehow, Friday the 13th has gotten an especially bad rap in the world of superstition. I think it's time to change that. After all, Friday is a day when the weekend is calling at your door and donuts are waiting for you at my desk. And 13, well, that's a baker's dozen (unless, of course it's Winchell's which has 14).

Monisha Merchant (donut girl) graces us with a Winchell's Friday the 13th treat. So come on down, your luck has just changed for the better.

Happy Friday!

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