Now that my dad has been placed in a home I’ve been going through his old photo albums and finding certain pics I’d like to keep. And in doing this, I discovered the photo below of me, which I didn’t know existed, and which was taken at the same time as the one on the right of the page that I’ve used on this blog since day one.
I’m about six in this picture, and as it is today, I loved my Habs. In those days it was the Rocket, Harvey, Plante, Beliveau, Geoffrion, Blake and the boys, and with all my heart I dreamed of someday being a Montreal Canadien, scoring a big goal and waving to my mom and dad in the stands at the Forum.
It was all I ever thought about. Me, a member of the Montreal Canadiens, winning Stanley Cups and having my own bubblegum card and swelling with pride as I donned the magical, mystical sweater.
Nowadays I’m just content with dreaming of being owner/stickboy.