Friends,
I don’t consider myself to be a superstitious man. Now that
doesn’t mean I go around breaking mirrors, walking under ladders and opening
umbrellas in my house –sharp shards, falling paint and poked eyeballs are,
after all, real possibilities. I don’t have a rabbit’s foot, horseshoe or lucky
penny. When I cross my fingers, knock on wood or tug on a wishbone it’s just an
exercise in social participation. So if a black cat crosses my path, I won’t
spit or throw a pinch of salt over my shoulder. Now, the fact the four
preceding sentences each list three superstitions, does not mean I believe luck
comes in threes (hey I just listed 13 superstitions!). On this thirteenth day
of the month, which happens to be the thirteenth day of the week (start
counting on Sunday and don’t stop after week one), grab yourself a baker’s
dozen donuts (that’s 13) and throw your superstitions to the wind.
Happy Friday the 13th!
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