Thinking about our memories was rather fun tonight as we sat out till mosquito time...Mac managed to go back to his days in Elementary school, Louis Evans, even remembering the school closed when he was also finished i.e. Grade seven. We discussed where he went then, Boys high School or Montreal High School , how it was practically THE only high school at that time...then on to how he was a stick boy with the Royals then with The Chicago Black Hawks..the fun of being able to go to the Forum, say hi to some man at the door - whose name he couldn't remember..then on to the team dressing rooms. He even was able to check out the hockey sticks and if they weren't perfect he got to bring them home. He broke in new skates for the players by putting them on and skating around the Forum during practice time.
Then he looked up at our house..."this is when everything becomes a blur" when did we get here...who owns this house.." We do ...i said, Oh do you pay the taxes...how much..I replied we both do and we both pay taxes - both here and at the cottages up north. Well he said, all that's a blur, so remembering the kind of breakdown he had over his memory a few evenings back. I decided to lighten the conversation by distracting him - saying think the mosquitoes are bothering Mischa...You are right...also I'm kind of bushed - he said, "think we should get in...did we have a long walk today? - well for sure i said, we were out from 1;00 to 4:30...just chugging along slowly looking at the herons ducks the domesticated geese...and the sad state of the river which is slowly going down in water level. Even the dam is all dry...can't believe that.
Well said Mac "that's life in the slow lane, and it's pretty good don't you think", at this time, I agree .
g'nite.
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