It’s Monday morning and time for the first early morning walk of the week. Call it superstition, or recognize it as OCD, or call me a creature of habit, but midway through the walk is a utility pole that has the numbers 4593 nailed into it. I cannot pass this pole without touching the 5 as a lucky omen. Five has been my lucky number for as long as I can remember. At this busy intersection, cars fly down the hill and towards the entrance ramp to the highway. As they are doing so, I am confident they ask themselves what I am doing, but I don’t care. It is ritual now and therefore deserving of a memorial post.