Last Sunday evening, I began a curious journey with the number seven. According to my horoscope, seven is not one of my supposed lucky numbers, but I put twenty-seven dollars in a slot machine, pushed the reel button, and the lights and bells went off. Wow! I won $7007! Then, I went to dinner, and the bill was $17.77.

After this unusual occurrence, I started thinking about seven–continents, days of the week, notes in a music scale, phases of the moon, and colors of the rainbow. Then came the hills of Rome, wonders of the world, and sister colleges. Even Hollywood portrayed The Magnificent Seven, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and The Seven-Year Itch.

Oh, I forgot to add the seven deadly sins. Damn, I can’t recall: what number is the next POTUS?