Friday, March 13, 2009

Flying on Friday the 13th

As I wait to fly out to Rome this morning, a thought occurred to me: Does my superstition quotient rise to the level of actually letting the convergence of day (Friday) and date (the 13th) dampen my view of the potential safety of travel on that day?

I believe in the interaction of the physical and metaphysical worlds as much as the next guy, but I don't see why a date on the Gregorian calendar (or a black cat, a ladder, or a broken mirror) holds any more significance than what I ate for dinner last night or the price of matooke in Uganda. In many respects, I suppose I am a person of science, for my faith doesn't extend into the Hocus Pocus arena.

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