Voodoo and Superstition

Friends,
It’s tempting to believe the human race has evolved beyond the age of superstition and irrational belief. Yet, on closer inspection, I think we’re not that far from the middle ages. Case-in-point, on my Monday flight-out to Little Rock, I couldn't help but notice the de-icing fluid was Windstream green. Coincidence? Perhaps. It’s probably a case of the frequency illusion, where your recent experiences, bias and predispose what you see. I may well be noticing this color more often because I’m new to the company. Yet, that de-icing truck bleeding Windstream green preceded a very positive and productive trip at HQ. Coincidence? Most assuredly, still, part of me is tempted to see it as a good omen.

1. Windstream Green wing.

Or, take groundhog day. It’s irrational to believe winter may be prolonged or made more brief due to some creature’s optic nerve relaying a certain image to its brain. Yet, for the record, on my way back to Denver this groundhog day, I did see my shadow from the plane. I guess that means there are 42 more days of winter.

2. The airplane passenger sees his shadow.

Finally there’s the Denver Broncos who have chosen to wear white on Sunday, despite the fact all their millions of superstitious fans bleed orange. Silly! Of course, the real reason we will succeed on Sunday is the augurious orange sunrise I saw driving into Denver this morning.

3. Orange sunrise over Denver.

In keeping with this theme, Ashley button volunteered to do a donut run to Voodoo Donuts this morning. I’m on my way to Florida, so someone please stick a pretzel into the Cam Newton donut for me. I know that’s just another superstition which will have no impact on the outcome of the game. Still, better safe than sorry!

Happy Friday!

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