A warning: It is that time of year when posts are 10:1 the usual music-art-lit-snark to a bit of hockey. Lest you think my account has been taken over.
I will try not to be obnoxious.
I grew up playing pond hockey & still carry a small scar above an eye from a puck hit. The house smelled of wet socks on warm radiators for 3 months of the year.
Hockey, music lessons, rehearsals, concert season were winters growing up. Best time of year!
