ABSTRACT
Sitting in the warm sunshine on January 16, 1972, watching the Dallas Cowboys trounce the Miami Dolphins in the Super Bowl, I received a hard nudge from David Mahoney, an old friend with whom I had flown down to New Orleans to see the game. Assuming he wanted some peanuts, I passed over my bag, but Mahoney was pointing at a stadium public address speaker. The announcer was telling me to call my office.
