I’m not superstitious. I used to be! Black cats, Friday the 13th, umbrellas in the house, pennies on heads, all that good stuff. Over the last five-ish years I’ve managed to talk myself out of it. Now I’ll cross the path, celebrate the day, open them anywhere, and neglect those copper gems, all to prove a point.
I still think buckeyes and four-leaf clovers are cool, however!