Thirteen is my “lucky” number, if I believe in such things. I lived at number 31 for many very UNlucky years, but since I won a blue poodle for ten cents on number 13 at a local fair I thought it was a good thing. My dad only told me people thought it was a bad luck number after the game. That’s the kind of guy he was. Thoughtful; caring; not afraid to go against popular opinion.
He’s been gone a long time now, but that’s one of those moments that stays with me forever.
Jeanne Chinchar 
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