I used to cringe when a black cat would cross my path and think "Oh no, seven more years of bad luck." But after all of those years totaled triple digits (a lot of cats run across the street while I am driving to assignments in a given day) I stopped cringing.
Fellow photographer Luke Wark keeps mentioning that this Friday is the 13th. Yeah, last month was too. Every non-leap-year-February with a Friday the 13th is followed by a March with a Friday the 13th. Funny how that 28-day month works.
Growing up, I had some cracks about my first name, especially on Friday the 13th. In case you don't know, Jason Voorhees is the psychotic, hockey-goalie-mask-wearing killer in the Friday the 13th horror movie series. It also felt like one out of every three boys born in mid-1970s also had the first name of Jason. That statistic may not be accurate, but two out of the seven Sandusky Register bloggers have the first name Jason.
I was never a big fan of the series and I hear there is a new Friday the 13th movie currently out. I'm not sure why they just can't kill that guy. Although I was more of a Nightmare on Elm Street fan and I don't think they ever killed Freddie either.
If you are looking to celebrate this month's special date, I prefer next Tuesday's "holiday", check out the Friday the 13th Haunted House special at Ghostly Manor.
And bring your own hockey mask.