Is it the hockey itself, the playing, that made my Friday evenings the highlight of my winter? Was it the camaraderie in the locker room and on the bench, a bunch of men (and a couple of women) ranging in age from teenager to 60-something all gathered for the common love of a game? Maybe it was simply the winding drive through the rolling forests and swirling creek bottoms of southeastern New Hampshire, the New England farmhouses with their white…
The Luke 2012 Resurgence Tour continues. Today I played golf for the first time in just under seven years. Seven years. The last time I played golf was the first week of June 2005. I had flown to Park City, Utah, from Alaska for the high-school graduation of my niece. That niece’s father, my brother, Eric, and my best buddy, T Mac, gathered for 18 holes at the Park City Golf Course (it has some hoidy-toidy name now, just like…
I’ve waxed rhapsodic about many things in this space. Typically, those magical places and activities and sights have all been related to wilderness, the outdoors — and usually the ocean, sailing and surfing. But there’s another part of my life that often provides more peace and joy than any other. And people are usually shocked when I say: “Hockey is the most Zen thing in my life.” It’s true, especially this winter where there’s been so little surf and even…