“Here’s the thing about luck…you don’t know if it’s good or bad until you have some perspective.” ― Alice Hoffman
I haven’t even thought about lucky pennies for a long time. They seem to turn up when I least expect it. This afternoon, my sister and I coerced Mom into going out for lunch at Portillo’s. She didn’t want to venture out, but we didn’t give her a choice. It was almost 40 degrees and pretty darn nice for Chicago weather. As we took a couple of steps from the car, there on the dark black top was a lucky penny, right by Mom’s foot.
Maybe my luck was so good because I sampled some black eyed peas on New Year’s Day, a southern good luck tradition. I was too lazy to prepare any kind of recipe with them, so I just opened the can and ate a teaspoon full. (I’m very superstitious and can use all the good luck charms available.)