Lucky Charm
I come from a family filled with “Bill-for-short” Williams.
When my mother was a child, for some silly reason, she craved crazily this miniature horse-shoe that hung on her brother Bill’s bedroom door.
Careful and cunning, my mother patiently waited five long decades before secretly confiscating her prize during a summer trip to her hometown of Detroit.
She handed it over to me immediately, and although I’m always a William or a Will and never quite a Bill, I’m still excited to pound a nail above my clothes closet and hang up this highly coveted horse-shoe.
