They’re selling things out of the old Orillia Community Centre arena, scene of some of my greatest triumphs.
Where I was a smallish yet shifty right winger for the Byers Bulldozers midgets and juveniles. Where I skated with two of the best-looking girls in town at public skating, maybe even on the same day. Holding hands. And maybe even more than once around.
Here’s the arena seat my brother in Orillia picked up for me the other day, which is still at his house. Twenty bucks.
Luci doesn’t seem to like it. But I think it would look fantastic in the living room if we take out the loveseat. It even flips up.