On Sun, 6 Apr 2008 15:23:34 -0400, "Eisboch" wrote:


When my 96 year old Swedish grandfather was living alone in a elderly
"retirement" place, I visited him quite often just to shoot the bull.
Well, I did ... he never said much, except "Ya." Anyway, on one visit I
happened to see one of those love bugs crawling across the floor and without
even thinking, I squished it and threw it in the trash barrel.

My grandfather asked what it was and I told him. He was horrified. "Are
you sure?" he says. "Ya", said I. He was visibly shaken and upset. I
asked him what the problem was. He just said you shouldn't kill a love bug
.... it's bad luck.

A week later my grandfather died.


Coincidence. I hope.

--Vic