Will Everyone Read My Blog?

Lots of stuff is filling the news, a celebrity rocker steps way out of line and crashes a darling country singer's glory at an awards ceremony, The King of Tennis looses the US Open, a young woman's body was found hidden behind a wall at Yale, a local Jewish Cemetery has been desecrating its own grounds to make room for more dead loved ones, Obama gives another lecture, The Dirtiest Dancer Dies.
There's never a dull day in what I call earth..."The Loony Bin of the Universe."
With so much to write about but no real "heady" feeling about it all, I didn't know what I was going to write about today. Then my late night radio listening gave me an idea.
The Ouija Board!
George Noory actually had a serious show on this Parker Brothers boxed parlor game, or so they call it. George's show is called Coast to Coast, and it's usually a lot about space alien abductions, so I don't listen often. But last night just gave me a little thrill.
My first experience with the Ouija Board was in the bedroom of a girlfriend who lived in the same apartment complex, and her name was Carol. She was from Phoenix, Arizona, and had moved to San Bernardino with her mother and older sister. She hated San Bernardino. She hated school and a truancy officer even showed up at her doorstep. The best part was, she liked me and she was OLDER. She taught me how to make a homemade Ouija Board and we used a black obsidian carved stone as the pointer. It was such a sublime experience to sit on the floor of her bedroom in the dim light with our fingers lightly touching that stone and feeling it move on its own across the board to answer if our teenage crushes would be consummated....
At one point I actually owned one of those Parker Bros. boards. The pointer felt unwieldy. It was so clunky compared to that little black stone. But that Ouija Board was a Christmas gift from a family friend that we spent every Christmas with for 20 years. I went to the house to help her do something, and I mentioned that toy for some reason, and the next day it was under the tree. Quite the juxtaposition, an instrument of the devil under the Messiah's tree.
When Sonny boy was about 7, I made a Ouija board for him and his friends. We used a shot glass for the pointer. The kids took it outside and the shot glass dropped and shattered. I think that was my last experience of a curious toy.