The old Arena

I remember the cold Saturday mornings getting up at 6am so we could be on the ice for 7. and as we pretended to be our favorite Maple Leaf or Canadian our fathers would be sitting in the stands drinking their coffee spiced with whatever they had. No screaming at the coaches to put my [...]


Why i Do this

To my Dad a good joke or story was as important to life as food or drink. He loved to tell story’s and to have a good time, and he had many a good time. Many people say i have a warped sense of humor and can pull a story out of anything, but in [...]