So maybe there really is something to Friday the 13th
Write to the Point
I’ve never been a big believer is superstition, but now I might be.
Granted I am aware of avoiding walking under ladders and mindful when a black cat skitters across the road in front of me.
And for whatever reason, the undershirt worn beneath my hockey shoulder pads air dries after each skate, but does not hit the washer until after the season is finished. I don’t think that’s superstitious but just a matter of not permanently tainting the washing machine for all our tidy whities.
I had to be reminded that last Friday was indeed the 13th day of the month, traditionally, for more rea...