The Writer's Pen

When I was a young, single man, I didn’t believe in superstition.

I looked for black cats and purposely waited for them to cross my path. I walked under every leaning ladder I saw and then, just for the heck of it, I walked back under them again. I broke several mirrors. I didn’t really experience any bad luck from doing it, that is, if you don’t count the butt chewing I received for being so clumsy and careless.

I always figured that if the 13th fell on a Friday, all it meant was that the weekend was near. I’ve seldom used an umbrella, but I almost always opened it inside before going out int...