Two women sitting across the table from me smiled knowingly. I floundered to get my game boards in order and buy an ink blotter to mark my cards. This year, we met at Oneida Indian Nation’s Turning Stone Resort Casino in the heart of upstate New York. But my aunts and I play once a year – or less – when we plan a girls’ getaway. If you play bingo often, you know the drill. “OK, what do I do?” I asked breathlessly after greeting them with hugs. I spotted them at a table, their bingo sheets laid out in an organized fashion in front of them. I rushed quietly into the Bingo Hall and scanned the room for my aunts.
