Here's a freaky story:

I met Sicilian Babe and Mr. Babe for the first time on Saturday about two hours before dinner. As we were getting to know each other the subject of visiting Sicily came up and Mr. Babe was describing how dangerous the approach to Palermo Airport is. OK, so after dinner everyone was going back to the lounge when I went back to my room to freshen up first and I turned the tv on to catch the top news stories. Lo and behold there was a story about a plane crashing into the sea after leaving Palermo Airport.

BTW - That was the second freaky thing to happen that day. The other was seeing the horse die at the track. It was the #6 horse in the 6th race on the 6th day of the month.