For this week’s cartoon, this setting is very dear to me. See, the wall in the cartoon is the very spot where, at age 5, I made my first save. My childhood home in Watertown, MA, was located at the end of a dead-end street. The wall was the partition where a golf course was on the other side. This was were I donned my couch-cushion pads and went out to play hockey with my little friends.


The Cup must have been won at least 11 times before supper called everyone in for the day. I liked to sit on that wall to think or just relax. To this day, I still go back to visit that special place. I’ll hop up upon it, sit, and realize that sometimes you can go home again—for a little while, anyways.  I think of my first day as a netminder, up until the scrimmage I just played this AM… and all the hockey I have seen in between. …and it all started there.