Got any superstitions? Or is it sacreligious to have superstitions?
In this spooky time of the year, with a ghost around every corner (disclaimer: I don’t believe in ghosts), I’d imagine a few of those who are superstitious are practically groveling in them.
I’ll admit I’ve wondered if something would happen if a black cat crossed my path. Nothing happened. And one of the friendliest cats I had as a child was solid black.
Sometimes I think if ghosts actually did exist, the closest I ever came to one was the day the Times-Gazette’s print edition redesign went into effect two years ago.
Former publisher Franklin Yates, a good man who died in 1998 and for whom I was privileged to work for many years, wasn’t exactly a fan of modern newspaper design. As we put the finishing touches on the first issue of the new look -- much of which was my doing -- a light fixture fell from the ceiling just a few feet away from me.
Could it have been Mr. Yates (as we always called him...we jokingly figured his wife called him that) trying to knock some sense into me?
And about those superstitions...actually, I have none.
Of course, if I walk under a ladder it'll probably collapse onto me. I'll just call it a coincidence.