In my family it has been a horrendous date. My father, Raymond Neubarth, a 73 year old doctor was robbed for his billfold outside of his house in Escondido, California. The three young men who robbed him hit him over the head with a construction rod and crushed in his skull in three places. It was Friday the 13th. He subsequently died from the injuries. His brother, Air Force Major Paul Neubarth volunteered to be a copilot in a hospital mercy flight leaving the Pusan perimiter in Korea during that war. The plane was fired upon after takeoff, was hit but managed to make it across the Sea of Japan before crashlanding in Japan. Everybody was killed. The date was Friday the 13th. The father of both men also named Paul Neubarth, was seriously injured in an automobile accident on Friday the 13th. He died a few months later. His father, Berthold Neubarth, a naturalist who was famous in his era died in 1911 of a shark bite while collecting sea specimins for the Museum of Natural History in Chicago. The date of injury was Friday the 13th. I am a man of religious faith and supposedly should not fear a date, but I am reluctant to venture into unknown things on that date. Am I superstitious or am I just desirious of not continuing a string of bad luck? Tell me what you think. I am open to suggestions.