As many of you know, I grew up in a largely Scandinavian area of northern WI. Because of this, there was a distinct shortage of redheads. Red hair is a recessive gene after all, and there are few natural redheads in the world, really, much less in northern WI where things tend to run on the blond side (also a recessive gene but it comes through when you get it from both sides).
Whether it was due to the statistical anomaly, because my head looked like a lucky penny or because of some obscure tradition not known to me, when I was a little girl people used to rub my head for luck. Wherever I went, rub, rub, rub — huzzah a win at poker! or what-have-you.
I was happy to lend the luck out and/or too young and naive to realize I would need it later, but now Things Have Changed.
I want my luck back.
I hope all of you head rubbers have had a grand time, won the lotto, and all of that, but it’s been twenty plus years and I think you’ve had your turn.
When I go in for my CT scan today, you can just send the luck back.
Love and Kisses,
Bridget, of the Red, Lucky, and Well-Rubbed Head