Where is Columbo or Sherlock Holmes when I need them?
I know it’s hard to see, but the story I was reading way back then is about the Maurice Richard family.
The thing is, afterwards, I clipped the photos from this story and glued them into my scrapbook, which I would do, and that’s all fine and dandy. But several years ago, this one particular page went missing and remains missing to this day. I remember most of what was on here. After all, I looked at my scrapbook about a thousand times over the years, I think.
But it’s vanished into thin air, I have no idea what happened, and I’m not pointing fingers. It’s all just very strange.
It’s also too bad because this page not only had Rocket family pictures in it, but also a nice postcard autographed by the man.
Maybe it’ll show up some day. But I’m not holding my breath.
Last year I did a nine-part series on this old Habs scrapbook, and if you would like to see the pages that didn’t go missing, just click away:
Big, Battered, and Beautiful
Down The Old Scrapbook Trail
As The Scrapbook Turns
Not Over Till The Fat Scrapbook Sings
The Sound Of Scrapbook
Scrapbook Choo Choo Train
Carry On Wayward Scrapbook
Curtain Comes Down