Saturday's Storyteller: "Fifteen was never my lucky number, but there's a first time for everything."
by Belinda Roddie Fifteen was never my lucky number, but there's a first time for everything. It started with a scratch ticket that landed me a solid eight hundred dollars - just a measly little stub I had paid three bucks for down at the nearest gas station. I used a good two hundred of those dollars to take my girlfriend to a baseball game, where my favorite hitter - whose jersey blared the number fifteen - blasted a home run to right field just a few minutes after our seats were upgraded. We left the ball game and avoided traffic home by hopping into the car at ten fifteen PM, on the dot. A minute later, and we would have been jammed into a living nightmare of automobile gridlock. The number fifteen, now that I was paying attention, was creeping into my life in astoundingly positive ways. When my number was called at the fast food restaurant, I got a free slice of chocolate pie with my burger. My receipt number: Fifteen. When I went to teach my creative workshop at the loc