HOCKEY, EH?
Like many Canadians, hockey has been part of my
consciousness for as long as I can remember. It was pervasive all year long, played or watched in driveways, laneways, outdoor rinks and arenas. As a boy growing up in the 50’s the only things that could rival it for excitement and obsession were Christmas and my birthday.
I remain entranced by the speed and colour and light and enthralled by the drama and the drudgery, the flashes of brilliance and spontaneity and the slog of dogged persistence and failure. Another handy metaphor for the vicissitudes of life.
