My dad and I went to see our Habs in Toronto when I was little, we got to Maple Leaf Gardens early, and as we stood in the corridor, much of team, maybe all of the team, walked by us – The Rocket, Beliveau, Plante, Geoffrion, Moore – everybody. Shortly after, we went down by [...]

My dad is 91 years old now and lives in an old folks home in Orillia, Ontario. He’s frail but his mind is sharp, and he seems to have gotten smaller as the years go by. The last time I was in Orillia, last April, we sat in his small room and we talked about his war [...]