Category Archives: Hockey Literature

Maurice Richard

On May 27, 2000, I finished painting my old garage in Eston, Saskatchewan, – bleu, blanc et rouge, of course- then learned that Maurice Richard had died. I hung a black silk cowboy bandanna on the door where it continues … Continue reading

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NO WHITE FEATHER

NO WHITE FEATHER oh you can sit there watchin yer TV an say yer lookin at the best but I’ll tell you – I laced on skates with a few natives who hardly got a mile outside their reserve an … Continue reading

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ONCE IS ONCE TOO MANY

ONCE IS ONCE TOO MANY I only forgot to wear my can once that was enough It was one time over in Glenavon I went out for my first shift and you know how when you’re waiting for the drop … Continue reading

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There is a blight upon the land.

The late Paul Quarrington begins the introduction of “Original Six” with the above line, and continues as follows: “You may have noted the signs without their truly registering. For example: A crowd sits in a tavern, half a dozen television … Continue reading

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