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Warm Memories of Cold Fun
David Folster
November 21, 1966
Like most Canadian towns, the small one in New Brunswick where I lived in the '40s always had a hockey team of some sort. These teams were not always paragons of skill, to be sure, but they all seemed possessed of the competitive zeal that so far the English language has failed to designate, but that the French call �lan.
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November 21, 1966

Warm Memories Of Cold Fun

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But I guess the intervening years have taken the chill out of my bones and blurred the unpleasantness, leaving me only with a fond memory of things like shoe-polish pucks and frozen laces, the Imperials—and the boyhood of which they were a distinct part.

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