Today is Friday the 13th. Having actually been born on such a day, way back in 1956, I’ve never been given to friggatriskaidekaphobia myself, but anxiety about Friday the 13th lingers as one of our more persistent superstitions (taking a distant back seat to religion, of course). It’s said that to have been born on such a traditionally inauspicious day is the ticket to a star-crossed life, but looking back over my 52 years I’ve been, I think, more fortunate than most. (I’ve sometimes wondered what notable characters also belong to this odd little granfaloon, but so far the only ones I know of are Christopher Plummer, Steve Buscemi, and Alfred Hitchcock.)
On a whim I decided to look up “Friday the 13th” on Wikipedia this morning, and was not surprised to find a fascinating article, with an equally interesting collection of links at the bottom of the page. Have a look here.
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This year, I celebrated Friday the 13th with a Pajama Party. I\’m sorry you couldn\’t make it! Maybe next year?
Sorry I couldn’t make it, Sister. I had seen over at your place that you had a PJ party in the works, but I was on the road last night.
Perhaps I’ll join you next year.