Good Luck
In times like these, mental health advisors recommend maintaining your routines and rituals. And maybe starting some new ones. Back in April, I talked about walking around Ashley Reservoir with my daughter Maggie. Now it’s September and we’re still out there pretty much every night. It really helps shake off the crazy days.
Back when we worked together at the Mt. Tom Ski Area, my old buddy John Woods used to say he’d light up a cigar every night when he “had the day licked.” I’ve been known to fire up an Ashton Churchill in the backyard on occasion myself.
My grandmother used to park a bottle of Jameson under her bed and lower a tumbler down at night. When I asked her why, she said it made her sleep better. “This is Irish holy water, my boy.” That’s another routine I’ve picked up. Sometimes hand in hand with an Ashton. After a walk in the reservoir.
Another ritual of mine is carrying a lucky marble in my pocket as a good luck piece. A big Moonie shooter. I’ve done that since I was a kid, even though I could never play marbles worth a hoot. I also carry a JFK fifty-cent piece for luck. I don’t leave home without the marble or the coin. If I forget ‘em, I shoot back home and grab ‘em.
In times like these, you need all the luck you can get. Let me know what goofball rituals and routines you do. And, whatever you do, don’t give them up now. Keep your dukes up.