Yesterday was Friday the 13th. Those who are superstitious freak out over this day. I am the opposite since I suffer from what I like to call “the Baldinger Curse.” That’s like Murphy’s Law to the tenth degree. So, when a day like Friday the 13th comes along, my luck actually rises to the level of bad luck, which is a nice improvement from my normal luck. Most days I feel like Wiley Coyote holding a spindly umbrella over his head to protect him from the huge boulder falling from a cliff.