Generally speaking, I’m not a superstitious person. I don’t pay attention to black cats or walking under ladders or spilling salt. (I make an exception, however, when it comes to sports teams — in which case I believe in jinxes, karma, cruel fates, and the undeniable reality that everything I do has a direct and profound impact whether my favorite teams succeed or fail.)
I don’t worry about bad luck on Friday the 13th, either. Why? Because on Friday the 13th of October, 1978, Kish and I had our first date. We went to Dick’s Den — its evocative motto: “Why Not?” — a campus bar and live music venue on High Street. We drank beer, sat for part of the time with another couple that happened to be there, and listened to a band that didn’t require a cover charge. Obviously, I was a big spender who knew how to show a girl a good time.
So, I have no fear of this dreaded day. How could I be superstitious about Friday the 13th? It certainly hasn’t meant bad luck for me.
I love this post. Yes that’s right LOVE it, excessive emotion. It is so much fun to read about you and Kish. She must have had fun, if 30 years is any indication of a good time.
The “Why Not” motto, cracks me up.
if you click on the photo on the site below, you can see the infamous Dick’s Den “Why Not?” neon sign.
http://www.yelp.com/biz/dicks-den-columbus
Terrific sign, wish I had one for my kitchen. It’s the casual irreverence that cracks me up. Thanks, Mike.