No one asked the rabbit.

As a young lad about nine years old, I came into possession of a 'lucky rabbits foot'. How I became the owner of such a magical and valuable notion I can't remember. I do remember that it had a silver sleeve that covered the bone, and a silver loop of chain which I suppose was for keys or whatever a person owned that needed a chain to hang on. I had no keys or anything else to display on my one worldly possession. Now, my Dads brother Ed, came to visit and I always was really glad when he showed up. He always seemed to be looking for work but never finding the right job for his skills. I could tell that pop was happy to have him around. Uncle Ed would ask me to bring an empty chalk box from school. Then he would build a crystal radio inside complete with a set of head-phones. I still marvel that these things worked. But they did. Uncle Ed had a masters degree in bullshit, but, I did not know that at the time. He was a very good, intelligent person caught up in a sad period of time. One day Uncle Ed brought me what he described as a lucky penny. It had a hole drilled through it that was perfect for my
lucky rabbit foot chain.
How lucky could one kid be, to own such a powerful treasure as this?. Dad and others would try to convince me that there was no such thing as luck. They just didn't understand what Uncle Ed and I knew, that if you did not believe in good luck you wouldn't have good luck.
I think in some ways I still believe this. The same thing is true when I forget my vitamins in the morning. I feel bad all day. True or not, things like that bonded me with my Uncle. He loved me, and I knew it. That's pretty good luck in its-self. don't you think?.
Now sadly, I understand that it didn't do much for the rabbit. I wish I did not know so much, it was better when Santa Clause was real, people were glad you dropped by, and love was more than just an overused word to make people feel better about themselves.