They say you'll live longer reading the funny papers rather than the obits with morning coffee and this community, our community, waffles between both extremes, sometimes in a moment's notice . . .but it's home.
How else could a Upstate NY'er get Bruins info in the early days of the interweb. The early incarnations of this place were a godsend.
And fun it is/was. More times than I care to remember, overt laughter, invites to "coffee," flat out threats, bans, posters resurfacing . . .and through it all, a passionate group of fans and many of you, close friends.
When Covid hit, and all AA rooms closed, we still had a network of cell phone contacts, meetings surfaced on something called Zoom, we met in outdoor pavillions during rain and snowstorms.
When this place went silent, I really thought, well thats it. A great run, but wow, I was noticing the start of the grieving process.
Fenway, Wally, and so many more volunteers, THANK YOU does not seem enough. I remember Board get-to-gethers at Rinks for some . . . I fear with 60 staring at me, that drop in hockey is no more, but maybe a get-to-gether to honour the Volunteers here who do so much for so little.
Despite the train wreck of a season, no group I'd rather be with . . .I'm the Cello player as the band plays on the deck of the Titanic.