It’s not the first time I’ve posted this. And it might not be the last. Ottawa’s Prescott Hotel, in the mid 1980′s, was one of those classic old beverage room with a Ladies and Escort door, and a regular entrance. It smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, and the trays of beer were served by [...]

 I don’t think it’s cheating, or laziness, to post something I’d put up several years ago if it’s special. Because not everyone who is reading my blog now was reading then. And it really is special. It’s an old poem from the 1930′s, when Aurele Joliat zig-zagged around the ice with lightning speed, sometimes with a toque on his [...]

  I drank beer with Aurele Joliat in Ottawa at the old Prescott Hotel, sometime in the mid-1980′s, and drove him home afterwards. I had brought my book, ‘The Montreal Canadiens” by Claude Mouton with me, and Aurele was more than happy to sign it and mention my broken arm.   Ken Dryden signed his book [...]