May You Have My Luck

By William Ian Miller. Amazing, is it not, how much magical thinking self-described secularists will engage in? I grew up in Green Bay, Wis., and much of my sense of well-being still depends on the fortunes of the Packers. What did I do to deserve—no, actually to cause—the recent debacle in Seattle? That loss will live with me until my memory fully collapses, which given the rate at which it is declining might occur anywhere from a year to a full decade from now, depending, well, depending on my luck. More...