For 50 years, beginning in Orillia, Ont., I’ve checked the scores and standings to see if the Montreal Canadiens have won or lost and whether I’m going to have a good day or not. I should actually root for the Vancouver Canucks because now I live north of Vancouver in Powell River, but I’m not, and this goes against Don Cherry’s beliefs about cheering for the local team. I’ve lived in Toronto, Calgary, and Ottawa too, but alas, I have no feelings for these teams whatsoever. And as long as Canucks fans and others tell me how much they dislike the Habs, then I’m going to dislike their team too. It’s just natural. What do they expect?
Personally, I’m a newspaper columnist and a BC Ferry worker now, but in the 1960’s, I dove head-first into the counter-culture, grew my hair long, and hitchhiked across Canada three times, with little money and sleeping in ditches and fields, before I was 20 years old. Then I grew up and drove tractor trailers for most of my life before coming to Powell River. I’m a writer, a lousy singer, a fairly good pool player, a husband, a father, a grandfather, a fan of the Beatles and Bob Dylan, and was a good hockey player a really long time ago. I’ve been to Russia six or seven times and Europe several times, and have had itchy feet, like a gypsy, all my life. And through thick and thin, I’ve always loved the Montreal Canadiens.
Best of all, I’m just like you, an ordinary person who has made a lot of mistakes and tried to learn from all of them.
If for any reason you’d like to email me, my address is email@example.com. Please be gentle though. I’m old.