Poop and Good Luck
January 14th, 2008
Walking home from SEAM tonight, one of the volunteers, Elyse, had the good fortune of stepping in cow poop. Good fortune, you ask? I feel like I’ve heard from some Polish relative (Aunt Vicki!?) that stepping in cow poop brings good luck. Or maybe that’s just something you say to make someone feel better for stepping in cow poop. Kinda like rain on a wedding day. We tell the bride it’s good luck. But let’s be honest. It actually really sucks.
Which is all to say, Elyse’s cow poop brought me good luck, too. I had the good fortune of finding another stick to use to put some photos up. The unflappable, and ever generous Stephen, is letting me use his for the remainder of my time here.
So, standby as we resume our regular programming.



Hey Joann, No one commented on this entry and it looked lonely. Once a bird in Central Park pooped on my head. Soon after, I landed a job at The Hartford Courant. Coincidence?!?!?!?!
Sounds like you’re having a great if tiring time over there. Love the blog and your photos! Tina
posted by Tina Bachetti (01/15/08 2:37 pm)