I tend to think 13 is my lucky number and I even recall more than one meaningful Friday 13th in my life; but now that I think of it, 5 must be my lucky number, closely followed by 8. It has to do with the years of my life. The Sixties In 1965 my brother was born; even if at the time I didn’t find it amusing at all – I was terribly jealous – he was …
