To fool you into thinking this a timely playoff post, I’m leading off saying we were at Canadian Tire in St. Bruno yesterday and not only were all the employees wearing “Go Habs Go” shirts, but they were also giving away large posters like this:
Now that the contemporary playoff section is complete, I move on to potholes and Maurice Richard’s house.
Today was a day to get out and drive around Montreal because we hadn’t done it in awhile. A little thing like a brutal four-month winter got in the way.
And we drove all over the place, looking at classic neighborhoods filled with apartments with winding outdoor staircases, with people coming alive and milling about, all capped off by smoked meat at Lesters. Beautiful.
However, the potholes everywhere are something to behold. It’s pathetic. I’ve never seen a city with so many large craters in the streets everywhere, ready to destroy cars.
My car had such a gentle life up until nine months ago, but I think it’s quickly becoming screwed. I just wish I owned a shocks and suspension shop. I might be rich enough to own the Habs.
And Montreal, if you’re going to have these ridiculous potholes, the least you could do is fill them in front of the house in Ahuntsic where Maurice Richard lived and raised his family and drove to and from the Forum.
It doesn’t seem right.
Below, potholes at the Rocket’s, who lived at the end of a normal and unassuming street. Although his place was nicer than any others.
Below, Rocket’s house from the park across the street. Darth took me here last fall and today I took Luci as part of our Saturday drive. It still appears that no one lives here, although blinds are on the windows now.
Scenes from inside this house in the 1950s.
And a restaurant not far away.