pucks
a long time ago i was a young man with no cares in the world. i could play hockey on my back patio all day if i wanted to. sigh. so anywho. i wasn't very good. hence the practice. some shots would go over around or through the net. fewer still would go over the backyard fence into the neighbor's yard. most were found. some were lost forever. some were disintegrated by the lawn mower. the neighbor was old then. she's no longer there. the new neighbors didn't like their new (old?) shed. so they removed it. the other day the boys and i were trying to get the cats into the house so we could leave for a short vacation. and there, pressed into the mud where the shed used to be, were two hockey pucks. we picked them up. washed them off. and put them in the box with all the other hockey pucks. that might be used again some day. some day. sigh.