Until 2000, I played on a women’s recreational hockey league every Sunday night. As a kid, I used to play all-day shinny with my brothers on whatever scrap of frozen water we could find. On the farm, that meant skating on dull blades through fields of ice cluttered with stands of frozen weeds. Maybe I never learned how to skate backwards or to do a fancy parallel stop with much skill, but I certainly could swerve and hop so that I didn’t crash to the ice as I chased the puck. This weekend, Hub bought some new downhill skis. He’s been saying for years that he wanted to get back into it. Last Christmas, I gave him some high-tech ski gloves and a gift…

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