If you don’t care, beware

WHEELIN’ & DILLON Luck. Do I believe in it? I don’t know. But it’s Friday the 13th and I’m still a little nervous. Last time this holiday or whatever you call it rolled around, its insidious influence popped up on me like Jason Vorhees to hobble and humble me, and jam a rusty machete into my vulnerable metaphorical skull. I got a speeding ticket and a lecture for just trying to drive home to see …