This week I received an email from a man who had the same name as I do. Same first, middle, and last name.

Last weekend two of my friends went out of town and they needed someone to watch their three, yes three, dogs. I agreed to help them out because that is the nature of friendship and I really honestly didn’t mind.

This week’s edition actually comes out on my birthday. On September the 5th some twenty-four years ago my mother spent 12 hours in labor for her first child.

By the time this edition of Hartsville News Journal comes out Friday the 13th will have already come and gone. For most of us we, hopefully, survived this superstitious date. Although, it did get me thinking about superstitions. As a result, I decided to