The game’s changed a bit from this time, when kids grabbed their sticks – sometimes carved from a crooked willow branch – and boots and anything handy for goalposts. Traffic always gave us the right of way, and if we didn’t have pucks or balls, there was always a good supply of frozen dog turds lying around. Now we have proper outdoor neighborhood ice rinks, flooded and cleared with the generosity of the City, real nets, helmets and skates. Has something been lost?
Featured Image: Bill Braden
