Celebrating a friend, hockey bonds
Lives spent playing, covering a game create deep, lasting connections
Most nights when I was playing juvenile hockey in Essex, Ontario, Tim Queen would pick me up on the way to practice.
I could usually hear Tim's car, an Oldsmobile of a bluish hue, before I could see it. The Olds rumbled.
He lived in Cottam, a few miles away from my parents' home in Northridge, hamlets connected by Highway 3. When he pulled in the driveway, you could usually hear the vibration from the stereo system in the car.
I'm sure we listened to different things, but ...
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