Ihave never been a superstitious person---not until the recent Friday the Thirteenth.Truth is, I’ve chuckled at others who won’t walk under ladders, change routes when black cats crossed their trails or wear the same unwashed “lucky” garments to extend sports victory strings.Sad memories of my mid-morning calamity remain tender. But, tears dried, I am looking for an old telephone book. I’m thinking its yellow pages might list an organization for superstitious people. I’ll join ASAP.The day started well.I’d scored a 99 on the CPAP mask that my cardiologist said might extend my life. For the first three weeks, scores were ...