Once upon a time a long, long, long time ago in the mid-sixties, I made the acquaintance of a Ouija board. My husband played football for the Buffalo Bills, and we wives had a night out every Tuesday to play bridge or whatever we decided might be fun.
On one particular November night in 1966, the talk at our get-together was all about the Bill’s chances for the AFL championship playoffs. There were two teams left: the Kansas City Chiefs and the New York Jets. If Read more