That's the third darn 666 this past month. Downandabout and Briget were the other two!!!
Here's a post I sent to Briget on this on why I do not like it:
Briget:
I'll be as quick as I can and you may not want me on your board after this, but here it is.
I was a precocious kid and know-it-all teenager that showed very little respect for authority--including God. While I really never did anything violent, I was always mischievous and inviting trouble. My friends used to joke that I was an agent of the Devil and called me Damien from the Omen. As disrespectful as I was, I played along.
Well, in the Summer of 1980, I worked on the census with many of these same friends. The census divides geographic tracts into enumerator districts (E.D.) and it turned out my very Jewish E.D. was numbered 666. My friends all said it pointed to me and constantly teased me about it. Over time I started to genuinely have bad vibes about the number--especially as I moved away from agnoticism to believing. Every time I saw 666, I wondered if someone was sending me a message and if I was seeing the number more than I should.
To top this off, the night my son was born in 1994 (our first child), I went home to get some things to bring back to the hospital. When I got back to the hospital, I parked my car and looked at the odometer--and the final numbers were 666.0. With my history I freaked and paid my $2 dollars to leave the parking lot and drove around for five miles to get away from that number before coming back. Naturally, my son is every bit as precocious and challenging as me and is a major factor in the hurt W and I experience with one another. I kid you not that for the last 24 years, at some level I feel the Devil haunting me every time I see this number. So thank you, thank you, thank you, for adding one more post.
