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Me, I've never been superstitious. If I see a penny on the ground, I don't pick it up because that'll bring me good luck. I pick it up because it's money. My family used to own black cats, and that never brought us any harm. I've broken mirrors and walked under ladders. No problem.
I will admit to one superstitious crochet, though. Some years back, shortly after I came back to Fresno and went to work for The Bee, I was walking through the newsroom one day, whistling softly as I went. The late Wanda Coyle, a very talented writer and a treasured colleague, jumped up from her desk as I passed and swatted me with a newspaper, like a little puppy being disciplined for some unfortunate deed.
She tersely warned me that whistling in the newsroom would surely bring bad luck down upon my head and everyone else's as well. I didn't say anything; mostly I was too startled to react. But I never whistled in the newsroom again. But that's not superstition. That's just respect for Wanda and her memory. No, really.
Good luck today.
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